She wanted to say no, to push him away and run out of the house. Or at least, she knew that was what she should want, but she didn’t. She wanted him to keep going and not to stop until she was spent. Lexi found herself nodding.
Then realizing he couldn’t see her, she finally uttered, “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I want you to keep going.”
“You’re sure?”
“God, please, touch me.”
Ever so slowly, he hooked his finger under the thong and began to massage her clit in a circular fashion. When she began to buck her hips against the immense amount of pressure, he removed her skirt and thong and threw them to the floor. As soon as they left his hand, he dove down and began flicking his tongue against her clit in short, quick, back-and-forth motions.
Her legs shook from the exertion of holding them op
