As his lips continued to devour hers, Theodore's hand moved lower, tracing the curve of her hips, then down to her thighs, spreading them with gentle pressure. His fingers danced along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, so close to her core. He could feel her trembling beneath him, hear her breath quickening, and he knew she was on the edge, teetering between pleasure and frustration.
Finally, his hand moved between her thighs, his fingers grazing her with a touch that was both firm and teasing, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her. But he still held back from the full intensity she craved.
He played with her, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, his eyes locked on hers, watching as her resolve began to crumble, as she surrendered to the slow-burning desire he had ignited within her.
