[She likes that— Good. Good, he thinks, as she lies on her back, hair splayed, her hands roving across her breasts. Dimitri moves to where he is propped over her, on his knees and one elbow pressed next to her side for balance, taking in her scent and the sensation of her radiating heat against his own. His erection brushes her leg in the process, that alone enough to nearly send a shiver down his spine.
But, willfully, he does as she says. Presses his finger in her until it’s slowly in as far as it can go, up to his top knuckle. Her walls are soft and clench slightly against his movements — an experimental “come hither” twitch of his fingers, before he slides it out and back in a second time.]
Like this?
[He asks, dipping down and running his lips in a kiss across the knuckles of one of her hands.]
no subject
But, willfully, he does as she says. Presses his finger in her until it’s slowly in as far as it can go, up to his top knuckle. Her walls are soft and clench slightly against his movements — an experimental “come hither” twitch of his fingers, before he slides it out and back in a second time.]
Like this?
[He asks, dipping down and running his lips in a kiss across the knuckles of one of her hands.]