Susan couldn't help chuckling softly, letting him pull her hand away and moving it to rest on his hip. "Sorry," she said quietly, nipping at his lower lip and not sounding at all repentant.
His hand was still moving against her, though, driving her crazy and causing her hips to almost writhe beneath him. It was simultaneously too much and not nearly enough, and she let out a whimper of frustration, pressing her hips up hard against his fingers.