His hitching breath gave him away, his abs tensing at the up and down slide against so-sensitive skin, a prickling shiver rolling up his spine. Desmond opened his mouth, sucking on Maria's lower lip.

While his other hand cupped her breast, rolling her nipple beneath his thumb, he slid his other hand lower. Spreading two fingers to glide through her wet folds, he let the heel of his palm be a warm, bracing pressure against her clit, right as he gave her nipple a firm pinch. Turnabout is fair play.