Naomi
His long fingers brushed over my center, and I parted my legs to give him better access, my n*****s tightening painfully. My breathing became ragged as he slid his finger past the small scrap of lace and directly into my wet, inviting warmth.
“You must remain quiet,” he whispered, hot breath tickling my ear. “Or they will make us leave.”
I clenched the armrests with my hands as Gavril started to move his finger, his thumb pressing against my swollen numb lazily. He seemed to play me like an instrument, his skilled fingers brushing over the aching parts of me while his finger moved in and out of me to the tune of the music, pushing in with each crescendo and pulling out in time with every decrescendo.
“Gavril,” I gasped as I felt the heat start to build. “Please.”
“Please what?”
