I spread my legs wider, letting him in. Until he ran the entire length of his index finger right along the soaked cotton of my thong. I whimpered, a gasp of a moan roaring out of me at the touch, at the feeling of his sure, steady palm against the most private and sensitive part of me. And when he felt my desire, he groaned, his mouth capturing mine just as he retracted his finger only to glide it along that same line of fire with more pressure.
