I chewed my lip and hesitated a moment too long.
“Fine.” He shrugged and he eased that finger between my folds. Slowly beginning to slide it into me.
I gasped and my back lurched up as though he’d stung me.
“No!” I caught his hand and wrenched it away.
He smirked slightly and tilted his head to look at me. Blue eyes searing into my soul, as if he’d won.
I looked at him, breathing heavily. I knew it made my breasts rise and fall to my breaths. Brushing the top of my rib cage the way I was tilted up. I hesitantly slid my hand down around my ribs, and over the flat of my belly and to the slight fuzzing at the next of my body. I slipped my fingers down beneath the nest to where I was soft. I was stunned at the feel of dampness there.
I lifted my fingers to brush them togeth
