Removing my hand from her waist, I continue peppering her with kisses, while I slowly bunch up her dress to slip my hands between her thighs. “Thomas,” she moans, as her hands find my shoulders. “Tell me, Sunshine,” I whisper between kisses. My hand skimming her upper thigh. “If I slip my hands between your pretty little legs, are you going to be wet for me?” Without hesitation, she says, “God, yes.”
