“God, you’re lovely.”

She made a strangled sound as his hand coasted upward. He touched her pussy through the meager fabric of her thong, the caress firm and confident.

“Bless it, you’re wet,” she thought she heard him say. His gaze flickered up to her face. “You’re ready.”

“Yes,” she said shakily.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and guided her back to the bed. She sat and then lay back at his silent urging. Her throat tightened uncomfortably when he carefully removed her thong.

He stood and began to undress. She wanted to undress him as he had her, so sweetly, so seductively, but she felt almost debilitated...