Wild Desire
Clumsy, selfish lovers were no use to her, no matter how handsome and macho they might be.
Cooling his own passions, Spike worked his fingers round the stalk of her love-bud, wetting it, stroking it, parting the lips and sliding across one side then the other before returning to the centre point. His other hand plucked at her nipples, toying, rubbing, matching his movements to those rousing her clit. Up he went to the miniature hood, easing it back, making her jewel stand out, bending to admire it, lick it, coax it to climax.