“Wider.” The command sends a bolt of electricity through me. Bit by bit, I give in, my legs spreading for him in slow, shaky increments until my knees press flatly against the bed. He kneels between my thighs; my skin prickles with his closeness and the promise of euphoria his touch offers.
His fingers hover at my entrance, teasing. My body arches toward him, needing more than I’m willing to admit until he pushes inside: just one finger, just enough to make my breath catch and heart race.
His gaze is between my legs, watching his finger drag slowly out before plunging back in; each stroke brings me closer to an edge I don’t want to fall from. I cling to the last threads of resistance, but it’s no use; my body betrays me, hips rocking into his touch with movements slow and unsure but hun
