[His freedom of movement is both a blessing and a curse. Her body trembles in his grasp, her hands clenching and unfurling uselessly around his forearm as he teases at her clit. And damn her if she isn't trying to spread her legs just a little further and grind herself harder on his cock and fingers, needing more of that friction as she pants and tries to stop herself. It's torture, being toyed with so delicately, when all she wants to do is flip him over and have him.
And maybe it's that thought, or just the way he's touching her clit so gently and insistently that has her clamping around him tight as a vice.]
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And maybe it's that thought, or just the way he's touching her clit so gently and insistently that has her clamping around him tight as a vice.]