The fabric twisted around his hand, and he looked down to see her unzipping her fly. He started to withdraw, and she gripped him even tighter inside. “No,” she gasped. “Don’t—I’ll take them off around your hand. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

That was definitely not going to work, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her. She stood up and tried to work her shorts and panties off, getting them all tangled in his hand. He slowly plunged his fingers into her, curling them the whole way back out as he watched her struggle with her panties, her hands getting weaker and more ineffectual the closer he brought her to the edge.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. “One second, okay? Just one second.” He pulled his fingers out of her, yanked her panties down, and was back inside her before she had a chance to take a full breath.

She stood in front of him, naked with her shorts and panties crumpled above her knees, the weight bench keeping him from pulling them all the way down. Not even his many fantasies touched the reality of how insanely sexy she looked right now. He touched his thumb to his own soaked palm to wet it, then stroked it up through the layers of her until he found her swollen, neglected clit. She yelped and grabbed his wrist.

Yeah, the neighbors definitely heard that one. But that didn’t matter half so much as pleasing her did.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I know it’s sensitive. I’ll be real careful—I promise. You trust me?”

She let go of his wrist, her hands trembling, and he skimmed the pad of his thumb around the edges of her clit. Not rubbing, just teasing her enough so that she could feel exactly how much she was going to love it. Andra shifted, trying to spread her legs to let him farther inside but caged by her shorts at her knees. He calibrated the rhythm to exactly what kept her trembling, and increased the pressure on her clit with every inward stroke. When her knees started to wobble, too, he leaned forward and finally let himself taste her.

Just a little, his tongue tracing around the edges of his thumb, but it was enough to make her scream.

He grinned, even though she cut herself off halfway through, swallowing the rest of the cry. He curled his fingers into her sweet spot, keeping his thumb steady over her clit as he teased his tongue around its edges. With his free hand, he reached around and cupped the bare curve of her bottom. Her legs clenched as she arched into his mouth, quivering . . . and then she broke. With an exhale so hard it was almost a yelp, she started to come.

“God, yes, I want to feel you. Get me wet,” he urged. “Come all over my hand.”