With his strong hands, he massages each finger, joint by joint, then down each metacarpal, turning it over and repeating.
My hand pulls at my nipples, teasing myself. He will occasionally lean over to kiss and suckle too, but always his hands working mine. My free hand slips into my knickers, circling my clit, massaging my lips. Slipping a finger in, filling myself, with a thumb pressing on my nub.
His hands holding me as my back arches, pushing me further.
Taking my other hand, he kisses each finger and looks me in the eye, “This one too?”
