I settle one leg over the side of the couch and lean back into the cool leather. All he has to do is look up. I teasingly run a finger around my entrance, gathering wetness on the tip of my finger and dragging it up to where my clit pounds.
I'd dabbled before with taking care of myself, but it wasn't something I did, and nothing I'd done before had the effect that Ezra had brought forth inside me. I rubbed a slow teasing circle around my clit, and with my free hand, I reached up and grabbed my breast, squeezing it tight until a soft little moan escaped me.
I run my fingers down. Goddess, I'm wetter than I should be at this point. I'm practically dripping all over his poor couch. Taking the wet, I rub it up and into my clit. A deeper moan falls from my lips and I push against my fingers a
