~ ASH ~
Lizbeth's breath caught and her eyes widened at the invasion, but she was still gripping my arm, still forcing me to keep my hand there, and a moment later her hips rolled again, stronger this time.
Her breath got sharper, shorter. She was rubbing herself against me, tightening around my finger even as she pressed herself against the heel of my hand.
Soon, she was moving on me, nodding slightly, her eyes hooded but still locked on mine and her cheeks beginning to flush.
"Don't stop," she whispered as she let go of my arm and brought her hand up to curl her fingers into my hair. "Don't stop at all…"
She pulled me down into an open-mouthed kiss. I gave a low groan and on the next roll of her hips, inserted a second finger.
She swallowed convulsively, but tilted her head to deepen the kiss. And she whimpered. Her breath got harsh and she began to shake—and not with fear this time.
