Their lips met again while one of his hands went between her legs to test her wetness as his other still caressed her jaw and cheek. He then began to circle her c**t lightly with his index finger, and she started to squirm against him, trying to push herself onto his fingers. But, just when she got close, he'd pull his hands away.
"What do you want?" She moaned in frustration, squeezing his shoulders. He could see the longing for penetration in her clear eyes the color of summer storms. "Christie. I won't give it to you. You're going to have to tell me what you want, and then you're going to take it."
The expression on her face was priceless. Petulant as a child, she tore her eyes from his and began to hastily unbutton his shirt. Artwork appeared contrasted by his fair skin. A raven tatt
