Oh, hell. Darcy cried out as his fingers found her clit, a light shudder running down her spine. She trembled as she pushed up against his hand shamelessly, unable to stroke his cock at a steady pace with her world swiftly narrowing down to the sensations Sebastian was inflicting upon her.
Her free hand trailed along his back, briefly snaking beneath his shirt to drag nails across his skin. Naturally uncoordinated, she floundered a little, hips shifting against him restlessly as she tried to pay proper attention to him. He felt so impossibly hard and smooth in her hand, his own movements guiding those of her fingers.
"Yes," she hissed encouragingly, shuddering again.