“What are you doing, Mallory?” Oh, his voice is so deep, coated in filth and heat that makes me second guess my decision to replace his touch with my own. I close my eyes, refusing to answer because I know my intention is clear. With the pad of my index finger, I push the thin fabric of my thong to the side and apply firm pressure to my clit, relishing the fact that the engorged bundle of nerves is already slick with my arousal.
