Oh, God. He helps me out of my thong next, rumbling his approval of the nude lace. His large hands support my lifted hips on either side, and he kisses one hip bone, then moves to the other with a languid pace, lips pressed softly against the flesh. He takes his sweet time teasing me, knowing how starved I am for his mouth, his fingers. “Fuck,” he pants, his fingers brushing against my damp cunt. “Look at you, soaking the blanket like such a greedy girl. How long have you been like this?”
