Love, Obsession, Torture
It was no good, I was powerless.
He released one hand around my waist, skimmed his fingertips along my thigh, and traced up to the waistband. He unzipped my trousers, slipped his fingers into my knickers and traced very lightly from left to right with his middle finger, flicking over my clit and delving into my wet entrance. The sweet friction of his finger, buckling knees, a devastating quiver flowing through my entire body. He flexed his middle finger in slow, measured strokes over my clits, circling, and lapping.