Jessie's hips were above his face now, moving... slightly, oh-so slightly... his face straining towards her.
Tighter, her hips lowered into his face, over his chest, and just below his navel.
There, at the very center of her femininity, he touched her. Wet. Hot. Ready.
She moaned as he stroked her, rocking her hips against his hand.
He absolutely had to be inside her. And she was reaching for him. He took her mouth again and below, he touched her some more, seeking the center of her pleasure. He found it. She cried out. He took the sound into himself.
"Please." The word passed from her into him. And again. "Please." She reached down between them, found him, wrapped her fingers around him and guided him home.
