Between Her Thighs, Under Her Soul
"I love your honesty, dear," Leon whispered, voice low, teasing, as he ran the tip of one finger underneath the waistband of her panties. The gentle touch jolted her, her body instinctively wriggling in expectation. "And honest girls…"
His hand crept lower. His fingers slipped down, stroking the warmth between her legs—just enough to make her shiver.
"…get rewarded."
Her heart missed. Her breath stilled.
With careful slowness, he hooked two fingers through the lace band of her panties, pulling the delicate fabric down slowly inch by inch. The fabric stuck to damp skin, sliding away like silk over sweat-greased curves. With each yank, more of her naked, shuddering body was exposed—more of the slick, glistening arousal pooled between her thighs.
As the lace slid past the curve of her hips, down her thighs, then knees, he stopped, sight caught on the wet glisten at the tip of her Pussy.
She breathed softly, cheeks flushing.
