He slipped one thick finger beneath the lace, not inside me, just gliding through my wetness, spreading it up to circle my clit with the lightest touch. My back ached off the bed.
"Tye… please…"
"Please what?" His voice was smooth and rough at the same time. He circled lazily with a slow, maddening pace. "Please stop… or please don't ever stop?"
I couldn't form a word; I could only moan as he kept up with his teasing game. He gave just enough, then always more, until I was dripping and shaking so hard that the headboard tapped against the wall.
Finally, finally, he hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and eased them down my legs, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered: the dip of my hip, the sensitive crease where thigh meets body, and the trembling inside of my knee.
When they were gone, he settled between my thighs, hands sliding under my ass to tilt me exactly where he wanted.
