“Christ, honey,” he murmurs, and I squirm as he strokes a finger delicately through my hot folds. “You’re soaked.” He lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks it clean. His eyes fall half-shut. “God, I’ve missed you,” he tells my crotch. I snort. “Are you talking to me or my vagina?” He blinks innocently. “Both, baby!”
