When I opened my eyes again, he was staring down at me with the kind of smile that could melt the sun. I smiled back, breathless, my body limp with satisfaction. He slowly pulled his finger out, raising it between us. My juices dripped from it, and I flushed. Like, really flushed, like sweet sixteen.

He didn’t care. He looked so pleased after milking all that clear juice out of me with just strokes of his fingers. I wondered how hard I would have climaxed if it were the real beat pounding ...