Even if she'd been wanting it, the act takes her by surprise. Her mouth falls open and her breath audibly hitches, morphing into a single lengthy moan. The sinfulness of it all has her hand falling to his forearm, half gripping and half trying to push it away because nothing should feel this good.

Laura pushes her back into his chest, head against his shoulder with hips rolling slightly in an effort to fuck his fingers. She lets out a shaky breath and her stomach trembles in want. Muscles constrict and release; tighten and let go, each time pulling his fingers in more.