Diane ,Tryson's voice repeated in her head and the cavern. It was short and husky, and it was echoing as he explored her, first with his lips and fingers and then with his voice. His whispered questions were broken up by his own breath. She tried to look into his eyes and hold on to his feelings, but the pleasure he gave her skin was so great that she could only allow her head to fall back and her eyes to close. As he touched her, her heart raced, her skin pricked, and she felt a tide start to rise in her stomach. His kindness was a gift and a comfort to her when she was feeling self-conscious, until she stopped feeling self-conscious and started getting angry. Needed badly. After touching and stroking her three times close to the peak and then pulling away, she opened her eyes and grabbed
