provoking a big devil

Luciana blushed in embarrassment, realizing just how easily she was reacting to his touch. 

He brought his hand down again and began to leave feather-like strokes on her inner thigh and over her pussy through the material of her underwear. His movements were so slow that it felt like torture. 

Luciana didn't understand why he was moving at a snail's pace when he had awakened a thirst for something more within her. She wanted to ask him but couldn't find the right words. 

There was an ache between her legs that was throbbing and needed his attention.

"Erm… Aren't we going to... I mean, are we…" She stuttered, feeling her cheeks getting hot at the way her words were coming out broken and incomplete.

"I don't understand what you are saying, Luciana. Can you speak properly?" His voice sounded husky with a hint of mischief in it. 

'Should she say it or not? Oh gods! This was embarrassing,' she thought, fanning her cheeks with her hands.