I have no idea if I am or not. I can't feel anything besides what he's doing to me, but I don't want him to stop. "Yes."
"Good, baby. Lean back a little and enjoy the show." Finn's hands move down my body both gripping the top of my sweat pants. A single finger traces the area where the fabric meets my skin, causing it to break out in goosebumps from the delicate touch. As his fingers come together, his hand slowly moves underneath the material, moving down my body before it comes to rest on the top of my hip.
One hand pulls on the drawstring hem as his other moves lower. Finn moves slowly, giving me time to stop him. I don't. My hips lift up allowing my pants to slide past my hips, but stopping once they've cleared Finn's hand and hit my knees. I guess I'm going to look the other way wh
