Desire had coiled so tight inside her that when he slid his palms along her calves, her womb contracted with the beginnings of a release she already knew would take her apart, physically, emotionally and every other way a person could shatter.
His hands massaged their way to her thighs and she shuddered when his thumbs stroked the crease where her legs met her p***y. Butterfly strokes caressed inward until he slipped a finger between her folds and brought her hips even higher.
“You’re so wet,” he said gruffly, and she whimpered.
She giggled again and squirmed, aching for his touch. He smiled, knowing exactly what she wanted, but he drew out the torture by stroking everything but her pulsing c**t. His fingertip circled her slick entrance, over and over, then he gently pinched her folds b
