XConfessions - Episode 2

She lets it slip without meaning to—knees apart, skirt bunched at her waist. He sees everything. The flush climbs her throat while his hand stays steady, thumb dragging slow circles that make her breath catch. She tries to keep quiet. Fails. When he slides two fingers in, the sound that leaves her is low and helpless. He watches her face the whole time, eyes dark, mouth set like he’s holding back a grin. She grinds against his palm, hips rolling greedy, until she breaks and comes with a sharp gasp that turns into his name. He keeps his hand there, fingers still buried, letting her ride it out. Only when she stops trembling does he pull away, slick to the knuckles, and lift them to his lips. She watches him taste her, cheeks burning. Neither of them says a word.