She moved to his other n****e, giving it the same treatment while her hand explored his abs, tracing each defined ridge. His skin was hot beneath her palm, his breathing growing more ragged as she worked her way lower.
"Holly," he groaned as her fingers brushed against his length, "you're driving me crazy."
"Good," she murmured, wrapping her hand around him. He was so hard, yet the skin was surprisingly soft, like velvet over steel. A bead of moisture pearled at the tip, and she used her thumb to spread it, making her strokes smoother. "It's what you've been doing to me."
Conner's eyes were hooded with desire as he watched her touch him. The raw hunger in his gaze gave Holly a heady sense of power. She held his pleasure in her hand.
Maintaining eye contact, she moved lower, her intenti
