Rachel's pov
I nodded, helpless.
His hand slid down my body, over my breast, his thumb circling my hardened n****e through my thin top. Then lower. Over my stomach. Under my skirt.
When his fingers finally slipped beneath my panties, we both groaned.
He stroked once against my c******s. Again. And again.
Alexxxx,” I moaned his name.
“f**k, Rachel,” he growled against my neck. “You’re drenched.”
He stroked me slowly, parting my folds, circling my c**t with agonizing precision. I sucked harder on his fingers in my mouth. One thick finger pushed inside me, then two, curling just right to my g-spot
I was close already, this was embarrassingly fast, but he didn’t let me fall.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “Not until I say.”
His fingers curled inside me again, stroking that spot that made
