A Night in a Year: 23. Hips

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She rolls her hips up to meet him, his cock butting to the hem of her dress.

“Very,” she says.

He grins, and leans in to kiss her, and says on her lips. “I don’t believe you.”

She likes that. Very much.

He raises one of her thighs, forcing her knee to bend so it hooks around his hip. He skims her inner leg, finding the edge of her stockings. A single finger slips under the nylon, and he smiles as he tugs it back, and releases it again. It is not like flicking a bra strap, for it doesn’t snap back with the same decisiveness. That comes when he cranes his fingers over her thigh, under her dress, and pulls back the extension of the garter belt.

She slaps his chest, light and playful. He winks, and his fingers, tracing back down between her legs, find the crease where her leg meets her body, just below her labia.

“Oh. I see. Yes, you are… but let’s test a bit more.”

His thumb – she knows, for it’s thick and blunt – rides up past her wet lips, across the line of her pubic hair, and back down the other line. He shakes his head, even as she is driven mad, wanting him to touch her so badly.

“Nope. Not there.”

She bites her lower lip, coy. “I think you missed a spot.”

His thumb traces the crease, long, deliberately slow. Her jaw tenses, and she can’t help the whimper she let’s out.

He smiles. He was waiting for that, she sees, for in an instant his finger, lying long, is coursing between her lips and along her clit. She feels her wetness spread over him, and she sighs, tensing as he rubs her clit, back and forth, firm and sharp.

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Next: 24. Thrust

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