She let out a moan, long and low, when he pushed three fingers inside of her, crooking them and thrusting until he hit just where she needed him. He picked up a rhythm, barely giving her chance to breathe, but his touch on her breasts remained gentle, though it was still enough to get a reaction. Maybe all the teasing he’d done through her clothes over the weekend had chafed and left them sensitive, she wasn’t sure, and right now she didn’t rightly care, not when he was making her feel so good.

Tilting her head so that he was at a better angle to that spot of skin he found so fascinating, she continued to writhe and ride his hand until he finally brought her off for the second time that day.

She was definitely going to need a hearty lunch after this to get her energy back up.