She’d never felt so tight. As he slid his fingertips in and out of the web between each digit, ground his knuckles into her palm, Alexis emitted a moan from deep in her throat. “Your hands, your hands.”
He continued to stroke and rub her neck and shoulders. He reached under the silky strands of her hair and rotated his fingers in circles. He’d learned to play piano as a child and the act of touching another person’s body with his strong, nimble hands reminded him of playing a challenging piece. “Oh, Alexis,” he sighed. He labored over her, teased and flicked at her with slippery fingers, stimulating her to a slick froth. “Well, I look forward to finding out.”
Although there had been certain sexual tension between him and Alexis from the beginning, so far they’d left it at that.
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