Sophie’s POV He pulled away from my neck just enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze was dark and hungry, but there was still that careful patience in it, like he was giving me every chance to stop. “Do you want me to touch you?” he asked, his voice rough and low.“Yes,” I whispered without hesitation. My voice sounded small and needy.His eyes stayed locked on mine. “Where do you want me to touch you, Sophie? Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”I took his hand from my waist and guided it down between us. I placed it right over my crotch, right where I needed him most. Even through my dress and panties, I knew he could feel how hot and wet I was. His thumb pressed gently against me, rubbing slow circles over my clit through the layers of fabric.“You want me to touch you here, baby?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. His thumb kept moving in those slow, deliberate strokes that made my
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