His fingers hooked into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down. The fabric slid over my hips, my thighs, then pooled at my ankles. I stepped out of them clumsily while his hand found my bare cunt, fingers sliding through the slickness there, and I cried out: a sharp, embarrassing sound that filled the room.
"Quiet," he said, but his voice was strained. "The walls have ears."
"Then give me something to be quiet about," I demanded
His eyes flashed. Two fingers pushed into me without warning, thick and sure, and my hips jerked forward. The stretch was sudden, perfect, and I bit down on my lip hard enough to taste copper. His fingers curled inside me, searching, and when they found that rough spot of nerves, my vision went white at the edges.
"There," he said, like he was catal
