(JOY)
I SIGHED in relief when one of Martin’s hands finally slid between my legs. For the first time since we met, he touched me at my most sensitive part. I closed my eyes. The first time we became intimate, Martin just looked at me. Now his hands are on me. I couldn’t explain exactly why but my throat constricted when I realized that.
He cupped my mound for a moment and looked at me straight in the eye. “You’re hot in here.” And then his fingers began to move, gently parting my labia. “And moist,” he whispered.
I couldn’t help myself from moving my hips to grind my s*x against Martin’s hand. I wanted more of his touch. And this time he didn’t wait for me to say it aloud. He explored me with his fingers, rubbing me up and down, making me wetter and hotter. And when his thumb found th
