Finally, his right thumb moved. It grazed the very edge of my p***y lip, and a lightning bolt of sensation arced straight to my belly. A low, choked sound escaped my throat before I could trap it.
He smiled. “There it is.”
He did it again with the other thumb, mirroring the motion on the opposite side. My hips lifted off the bed at the intense sensation that raced through me, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Please.” The word was out before I recognised it as my voice. Thin and broken, unlike me. This wasn't me at all. The woman under him, the one who had come undone just for him, seemed to be in a trance. She's not me, we share the same body, definitely not the same mind.
“Please what?” He didn't stop the circles. His thumbs were slick now, with my wetness, and the sound was too loud
