She laughs. "Well, you're not wrong. Oh holy fuck."

Her breathing grows quick and shallow again, her lips parted, her heart pounding. She's transfixed by the path his hand is taking, her stomach muscles fluttering under his fingertips. Her knee caresses up his thigh, drawing him in at the same time as she opens to him. Her hand comes to rest on the back of his.

"I've dreamed what it would be like, you running your hands all over me."