Fucking hell, she was going to kill him. That was all there was to it; her hips were going to move, his fingers were going to slide deeper, or her grip was going to hit that one spot--- oh fuck yes, that one. His own hips thrust forwards once, in mimic of what he was starting to need like air.
Since he knew that wasn't going to happen, though, he slipped his finger from the leg opening of her panties and moved his hand to her belly. This time, he moved to touch her from under the waistband until he was cupping her bare skin, one finger deep inside.
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2012-07-12 22:41 (UTC)Since he knew that wasn't going to happen, though, he slipped his finger from the leg opening of her panties and moved his hand to her belly. This time, he moved to touch her from under the waistband until he was cupping her bare skin, one finger deep inside.