But I don't, and she makes no move to get away. Instead, she shifts her hips so my two fingers waiting at her entrance are pushed inside the slightest bit, and all my restraint disappears. In the next breath, I'm ravaging her. My left hand works against her delectable bundle of nerves as my right hand moves upward, pinching and kneading her nipples through the soft fabric of her dress. Her neck cranes backward as I capture her mouth into a sloppy, sensual kiss.
