85 Doesn't Matter

Lina felt a blood rush in her head as Pete traced a lazy line across her clits which had her shuddering on the spot. His finger stirred up all the sensory nerves in her, and all she wanted at the moment was more of his touch.

Her eyes fell closed as she relished the sweet, familiar feeling of being touched. She was slowly being engulfed with passion and a need she had not envisioned having on her way there, but Pete had it all planned out.

He had tricked and manipulated her, but how long has it been since she was touched like this?

The sensuous feeling of his hand rubbing against her and his voice... what was he saying? She mused, her mind completely wrapped in a heated passion.

"Evelina, I want to make love to you," she finally heard him say. "Soul-shattering and body-trembling sex that would leave us spent for hours, we wouldn't know what to do. You'll lay limp on me, and I'll cradle you to bed."