O dropped her head back on the pillows in anguish, but her hand lingered between her legs, fingers circling her blushing, swollen peak. I gnawed on my knuckle. “Jesus fuck, you’re driving me crazy.” She arched her back, sliding her sparkly red fingernail all the way down to her opening, and dipping it inside. “Shit,” she gasped. “Ophelia,” I growled in warning. “I’m on the pill.”
