He hushed me with another kiss, slow this time, his fingers sliding under the thin fabric, finding exactly where I was soaked for him.
I shuddered, my head falling back as his fingers brushed against my c**t.
"So f*****g wet," he murmured, his breath warm against my throat. "All this for me?"
I couldn't even answer.
My knees felt weak as he slipped a finger inside, curling it just right.
I whimpered.
His lips curved against my skin. "Thought you hated me, Evie."
I gritted my teeth. "Shut up."
He chuckled, his finger moving in slow motion. My eyes rolled up as my thighs shook.
Fuck.
And then he added another.
My n*****s were hard, pressing against my bra. The pleasure was too good, goosebumps started to appear on my skin.
9 months without s*x. Without him and only day dreaming
