He dragged a finger through her wetness, spreading it up and around her sensitive nub. He did it again, his pressure light and she rocked her hips trying to get more contact. He chuckled and used his other hand to hold her still.

“You’re very quiet tonight,” he murmured, blowing a cool stream of air across her folds.

She mewled, the desperate sound coming from somewhere deep inside her.

He chuckled again. “That’s better,” he said, “but I want more. Let me hear ...