I tried to concentrate, but it was impossible. His hand reached the top of my thighs, his thumb hooking into the edge of my panties. He didn't stop. He pushed the lace aside, his bare fingers making contact with my heat. I let out a soft, broken moan, my head falling back against the leather couch.
"Mmm-nnn-gh..."
He began to stroke me. His thumb found my c**t, rubbing in slow, torturous circles. He was so calm, so steady. It was like he was testing my limits. I felt my legs part instinctively, widening to give him better access. The blue light from the movie screen flickered over us, casting shadows on his stony face.
"You’re so wet for me, kitten," he murmured, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "Is the movie that exciting? Or is it the thought of what I’m doing to you in the dark?"
