"Hmm?" She trailed her fingers through the hair on my thighs, grazing around the taut line of a tensing muscle, but her eyes remained focused on my twitching length. It was eager for an introduction to those exploring fingers. "Come here," I said. She blinked and glanced up, brow furrowing. "Come explore my mouth for a moment," I continued. I want to kiss you. She smiled, and I bit off a moan as her hand made an absent path up my thigh, over my hip and chest, skirting my needy length as she stretched out at my side.
