Will grunted the moment she freed him. His head rolling back against the back of the bench when her fingers closed around him again. Skin on skin. It took every ounce of willpower not to lift his hips up against each stroke of her hands.
He gave himself a moment when his fingers found the lace. His lips twitched slightly, and he began to trace her lower lips with them, over her panties. The fact that he didn't do this. HE didn't do this with strangers. He didn't do it out in the open... But there he was, all but fingering someone he just met, with thoughts of pressing his face between her beautiful thighs.