He moves down my body with slow kisses—throat, collarbone, the tops of my breasts through the thin top. When he reaches my stomach he hooks his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and panties together, dragging them down my legs in one smooth motion. I kick them off somewhere near the foot of the bed.
Then he settles between my thighs, his gaze fixed on me with his wicked little smile. Two fingers glide through my folds first, coating themselves before he pushes inside me in one smooth, deep stroke.
My back bows off the mattress. “Justin—”
He curls his fingers just right, stroking the swollen spot inside me while his thumb finds my c**t and starts slow, firm circles. Pleasure spikes, and my hands fly to his hair, gripping tight. He groans low in his throat at the tug, the sound vibrat
