Ezekiel
I push the hand lying against her hip further to her front and hear the doc choke on the next breath. Why is she not stopping me? And more important: What the f**k am I doing here? Her question rings in my head as my fingers brush over the waistband of her leggings, past her hipbone.
The heat radiating from her intensifies when one of my digits dips under the rather thick material, finding the edge of her panties.
“W—“She cuts herself off, gulping, and I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I can’t stop there. The anger from only seconds ago is just a dampened thing in the back of my head. Rage turned into a total fascination with how I can make her bow back into me more. Like the way, she’s doing right now. Tentatively I pull on her hair in my hand once, adding pressure with t
