Across my lips, his whispering laughter traveled as his head lowered to mine. “Let me catch you,” he murmured, nudging my chin back with his nose to kiss my neck. “Albeit, rather belatedly…” He parted my legs, his hand slipping inside my sleep shorts and panties. Oxygen fled my lungs on a hoarse breath. Fingers. Thick, gentle fingers were touching me, parting me. My thighs both widened and clenched on impulse, and I heard him mutter something that sounded like, “Holy mother of sweet hell,” before his mouth latched onto my neck and sucked, hard.
