Much breathed a weak yes as her fingers hinted at grabbing his hair while her other hand kept stroking him, and then a lower and more guttural moan of lust as he slipped his own finger into, well, Lust.
No, Belinda, he thought... Belinda... just a girl who wanted him, a girl whose hand was as soft as she'd promised, with none of the darker complications. The pad of his finger found her clit as his eyes found hers, watching her every move. Belinda, who was so fucking sexy he couldn't stand it.