He was taunting her. She could hear it in his voice. His fingers were still moving inside of her, and her body was responding far more readily than she was comfortable with. "Well?" He pressed, with an uncharacteristic edge to his voice.
"No." She finally whispered. "No, I'm not sure." She waited for him to press her again, to further her embarrassment by making her admit the humiliating truth, a truth so obvious to them both as he plied her with his fingers and as she began to buck uncontrollably against them.
But, apparently, that had been a satisfactory answer and he released her wrists completely.
He moved away and as she turned her head she saw him straddle the couch behind her, his wrap discarded. Taking his c**k in hand, he guided it towards her now slick folds. She closed her ey
