She gasped as he pinched lightly through the fabric. She took his hand and set it at the hem of her shirt, guiding it up and underneath until it rested on the cup of her bra. The gauze and tape felt strange on her bare skin as he stroked her, and she laughed, half nervous, half breathless with excitement.
“You want this?” His voice was low, rough.
All she could manage was a nod. Then finally, she managed to get words out. “So much.” He slid one knee between her legs, let it travel up her inner thigh, drawing her skirt up. She gasped as the course denim of his jeans rubbed against her soft cotton panties. Panties that were rapidly growing wetter as his knee moved back and forth over her p***y, sometimes putting just enough pressure on her clit that she gasped. “Please,” she whispered. “Pl
