He began to massage my c**t with his thumb. "Penny Hunter. God, I love the sound of that." He kissed the inside of my knee and then stood up so he could peer down at me. The new angle just made his fingers go deeper. He moved his hand slowly at first and then faster and faster, driving me toward the edge.
"I love how flushed your cheeks get when you're about to come. And the way your lips part ever so slightly."
He knew me even better than I knew myself.
"Look at me when you come, baby." He curved his fingers, hitting the spot that always made me come.
Yes! I could feel myself start to pulse around his fingers. A small smile curled onto his lips when he felt it too. I let myself collapse back onto the table, but didn't drop his gaze. I could feel the heat of his stare. Each time my p**
