KNIGHT

We were both naked in bed inside the blanket.

I kissed her, and she kissed me back. I knew she was wet the moment we entered the bedroom. It proved to me right when I traced my finger between her folds.

She went overboard with the wine, but she wasn’t drunk enough not to know what she was doing. She spread her thighs for me, moving her hips towards my finger as I pressed the rough pad of my thumb, rubbing small circles on her swollen clit.

I added a digit, ...