KYLIE’S POV
I open my legs, fingers trembling as they glide over slick, sensitive skin. I bite down hard on my lip, holding back a moan as I brush my clit.
I know for a fact I’ve never been this turned on.
This needy for relief.
Every inch of my skin is tingling and crawling with the need to be touched.
I close my eyes, remembering his slow, teasing smile. His voice, playful yet commanding. The way he called me a good girl.
God, those words… they drive me crazy.
My fingers press harder. Circle faster. My breath comes out in trembling moans, hips rising off the bed as my body demands more. Because my touch isn’t enough.