Layla Miller

Where his mouth stayed sure, trailing wet, lingering kisses down her abdomen, the same could not be said for his fingers. His thumb brushed against the thin cotton of her panties, teasing and tentative, and he kept his gaze locked on her face, looking for any signs of discomfort, any reason he ought to stop. They hadn't gotten much further than this the last time, and with that benchmark fast approaching, it was hard to think of much else.