“You’re beautiful.” His thumb slides over my clit, which by now feels like a raw nerve. The compliment skips over my ego. I open my mouth, a scream lodging in the back of my throat. This is it. He’s going to bury his face between my spread thighs and pleasure me with his tongue. Or his thumb. At this point, I’m beyond caring as long as I get some touch. Then afterward, he can fuck me until I can’t remember my name. “You’re so wet.”
