Chapter Sixty-Five

That pleased him. He didn't say anything, but I could feel the satisfaction radiating from him as he began to play with my clit, occasionally dipping the tip of one finger inside me to monitor my physical response to his stimulation. His movements were sure, not the least bit hesitant. He knew exactly what to do to enhance my arousal, how to touch me to make me come. I hated that he was an expert in bringing me pleasure. How many women had he done this to? Surely, it took practice to get so good at making a woman orgasm despite her fear and reluctance.

None of this mattered to my body, of course. With each stroke of his skilled fingers, the tension inside me increased, the unbeatable pressure starting to gather low in my belly. I moaned, my hips involuntarily pushing toward him as he continued to play with my sex. He was not touching me anywhere else, just there, but it seemed to be enough to drive me insane.