"You like them." Melinda murmured, an amused smile playing over her lips. It was a smile that didn't last long, as his finger moved faster against her sensitive flesh.
The absence of his hand brought forth a whimper. She shifted on the bed, raising her hips to aid him in the removal of her pants. And panties apparently. Beneath the smile on his lips, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. His kiss wiped away any nervousness.
Her eyes followed him as his lips trailed down her body. The press of his lips against her brought a soft moan to her lips. And then his tongue. "Terence," she said in a sigh. Her hands sought one of his own, lacing their fingers together.