The water whispered encouragements as he mumbled and touched her. "You want him to keep talking," it told her. "Tell him to say it again. Tell him to talk to you."
Ashleigh wasn't nearly bold enough to admit it to him but it turned her on to have his voice brushing over her as if it was silk on her skin. She didn't believe everything he said but she liked hearing him say that she was beautiful, sexy, wet, hot, tight...
Her legs fell open, giving him more room to work and she couldn't stop herself from moaning when his fingers finally pressed into her.
Ashleigh definitely wanted him and she was certainly willing. Then again, she couldn't remember one time she hadn't been willing since New Years Eve.