Broken Moans: A Compilation
I didn’t wait for him to win that battle.
Taking his hand again, I slid it slowly down my body, until I guided his fingers under the hem of my dress. I pressed his palm against the soaked lace of my panties. The moment he felt how drenched I was, a sharp curse left his lips. “Fuck, Abby… you’re soaked.”
His fingers rubbed once, almost involuntarily, against my swollen clit through the thin fabric. I whimpered, my hips twitching toward his touch. That single brush of contact was enough to snap something inside him.