| No Going Back

𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 

With teasing strokes, Anthony dragged his fingers down the middle of my breasts, achingly slow over my stomach, down… down… oh, God… his fingers touched the spot where it ached the most. Throbbing, needing, my body wept with desire as he expertly swirled his finger around my clit.

"Spread your legs," he whispered, and I did. "I want you to come first." A finger eased inside me and I moaned, my shoulders pulling off the mattress. My eyes fell closed, the pleasure consuming me with a raw need to explode.

I felt his palm on my breast, his fingers teasing and tugging my nipple.