Candice.
He didn’t even pause. His hands slid right under my skirt, grabbed my underwear, and dragged it down my legs in this rough, determined way. I lifted my hips for him without even thinking. The fabric hit the floor. His hand instantly pressed between my thighs, and what came out of my mouth was not exactly dignified.
His fingers drifted over me, slow and sure. He traced every inch, parting, stroking, feeling how ready for him I already was. I grabbed the back of his neck, pressed my face into his shoulder, and abandoned any hope of staying quiet. He swiped two fingers through my already wet p***y, and the low, hungry sound he made against my skin rolled through my whole body.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured, almost like he was surprised.
“Don’t,” I managed, weakly.
“Don’t what?” h
