He shifted and dragged my shorts and panties aside. Cool air rushed across my lips, then heat seared through me when he dragged the tips of his fingers through my folds. “Otto.” “Yeah?” “Yes. Every yes.” He smirked, though it was almost pained as he nudged my legs wider, and his tongue stroked out across his lips as he dragged his fingers through me, back and forth, a fraction deeper with each pass. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “Fuckin’ drenched.”
