The hesitation is palpable as my desperate direction catches her off guard. I reach up with my free hand and grab one of hers, guiding it down my naked skin and pressing her slender fingers between my legs.

A heavy breath appears in my ear, and a soft whisper asks, "Are you sure?"

"Touch my damn pussy," I grit through clenched teeth. "before I attack you right here."

Her fingers slip between my thighs and find my hidden garden... and I groan.

"You really are wet," she says, sliding through my lips with ease.

"That's partially your fault," I reply, "and now I want to feel yours."

I spin around,...