"Ohh!" She curved like a bow in my hands, one breast pushing against my left hand, softly curled golden strands brushing against my chest. Her eyes were wide, staring up at the cavernous ceiling. But she wasn't trying to escape my searching fingers that stroked against her sex, spreading her wetness. No, she was still eager. Good. I burrowed one finger against her, pressing to her opening without attempting to breach, and her eyes fell shut, that little furrow of concentration appearing on her brow again. Not quite an objection. Not surrender, either.
