Sense And Sensibilities Novels & Stories

She held the slick silicone up between us so I could see how wet it was, then set it on the chair without wiping it off. “Turn around.” I turned. My palms flattened against the pillar. Vespera stepped in close behind me, the heat of her body a solid line against my back. She reached around, found the still-sensitive flesh between my legs, and slid two fingers through the mess she’d made. I jerked. “Sensitive?” “Yes.” “Good.”