If her mind hadn't been thoroughly emptied of anything but the sensation of his hands on her, Maria might have felt bad that his good work worked against him; her grip loosened as she drifted back against the bed, giving herself something to brace against as she squirmed against his palm.
It hadn't really registered just how wet she'd become until his fingers between her legs made it very clear. She let out a small noise, a cross between frustration and enjoyment, before squeezing her mouth shut and reaching up to place her hand over the one at her breast. "Don't stop," she whispered.
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Date: 2015-05-27 02:51 am (UTC)It hadn't really registered just how wet she'd become until his fingers between her legs made it very clear. She let out a small noise, a cross between frustration and enjoyment, before squeezing her mouth shut and reaching up to place her hand over the one at her breast. "Don't stop," she whispered.