"Well, that's not entirely true. I'm pretty sure a hand would work, just not my own. But it doesn't hurt to ask." The fact she laughed had him smiling, his hand moving in to find the heat between her legs, fingers gentle as he cupped her, then parted her folds with his middle finger.

He was trying to be slow, but that wet heat had his cock throbbing and he felt a shudder go through him as his own need reared up and made itself known.