"Don’t apologize. It’s nothing out of the ordinary."

He slipped from the sofa and leant forward, resting his hands on my thighs as I parted my legs. The pad of his thumb slid up and down my wet underwear. His touch was hot metal, and I twisted and writhed with every contact. I realized thatit was a gargantuan task to suppress the sounds of yearning and desire that threatened to escape my lips with every motion of his fingers. I bit down on my lips and glided my hand over my underwear as if I wanted him to stop, even though I really wanted him to keep going on because...