His fingers moved up and up, her breath hitched. "Is the sun shining, burning your skin, kissing every skin it could," He rubbed a part that had her screaming. "Or is it raining, a downpour leaving people drenched?"
Amy gulped as she tried to find words, why did it feel as if both answers would work in his favor? "Do I have to answer that?" she breathed out before clamping her mouth shut afraid of making noise. She was aware that the bedroom was sound proof but still. It didn't seem appropriate to be screaming in pleasure when they had guests.
Jeff let his hands rub the wet patch in her lacy underwear and she had shamelessly parted her legs for him and she was slowly lifting one giving him more access. But the naughty man seemed to be more than willing to torture her. "Yes, you have to answer that, Amandla."
