“I didn’t say you could talk.” He snapped at her, two fingers rubbing one of her nipples between each other. A low playful growl escaped him as he gently tugged her earlobe with his teeth. “But is this torture? Does it feel too good for you, when I hardly even started my work on you?” His hand left her breasts, sliding down, fingers extended with an obvious destination. “Does it tease you, knowing that my cock is merely half an inch from being inside you, hard against your rear, but unable to have it?” His hand finished its journey, fingers stroking over her pussy before sliding down, spreading her legs for her. His hand reached her knee before sliding up her inner thigh, gently scratching her sensitive flesh before finding her core once more, stroking over the sensitive skin before spreading her lips, a finger finding her clit and starting a slow rub of it. “Tell me, Celeste. What would you give to feel me inside you right now?”