Matthias hand slides down my thigh, ending just above my knee, where his fingers wrap from one side to the other. His thumb sweeps back and forth in slow strokes that have all my thoughts evaporating and every molecule of my being focused on the way his touch sends electricity between my thighs. I’d be naive to believe he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing to me, but the slight pink flush in his cheeks is what stops me from doing anything.
