"I know what you need," he says, his hand sliding between my legs, cupping me through my panties. "f**k, you're soaking wet."
"Your fault," I gasp as he presses the heel of his hand against my c**t.
"My fault," he agrees, and there's something dark and satisfied in his voice. "I've been thinking about making you this wet since the first session. When you crossed your legs and I tried so f*****g hard not to look."
"You looked," I say.
"I looked," he confirms, sliding my panties to the side and finally—*finally*—touching me bare. "Couldn't help it. You're too f*****g perfect."
His fingers circle my c**t, and I nearly come apart right there. "Inside," I beg. "Please, I need—"
He slides two fingers inside me, and the relief is so intense I cry out.
"That's it," he groans, watching my fa
