Jenny felt heat moving through her body. It wasn’t fear or panic, though; this was a sticky heat, a slow, languid wave. It pulsed in her ears, and made her stomach tighten and curl. She was shocked to remember what this was.
Oh, my God. This is arousal. I’m turned on.
“Chris.” Her voice was hoarse.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Is this OK?”
“For me it is. You?”
She nodded. “Can you… suck on my finger?”
He closed his eyes again, feeling his c**k harden immediately.
OK, stay calm. Careful now. Don’t scare her.
Gently, he closed his lips around her fingertip, his tongue pressing against it slightly. She jolted, but didn’t pull back. He parted his lips, released her finger, then sucked it back in again. His tongue darted out, circled her finger. She gasped.
“Oh, God,” she said. “That feels so goo
