His warm and attentive fingers prodded and massaged my thigh, starting behind my knee and then slowly working their way up. I could feel his thumbs circling and pressing while his other fingers worked the sides of my legs. Relaxing into it, I bit my tongue so that I wouldn’t make him uncomfortable. His hands rose up past the thickest part of my thigh, and worked there for a moment, kneading me into arousal.

I bit my lip, trying to keep myself under control.

His hands moved back down my thigh, and then up again, working slowly, teasing me. When he’d usually be done, when he’d stop, his hands instead...