Her hands hesitated, hovering over the spot he'd indicated, the sunlight casting soft shadows across his lap.
She pressed her fingers gently against his lower abdomen, firm but cautious, feeling the taut muscle beneath his shirt. Her touch was professional at first, circling the area slowly, pressing to find the supposed block.
But as she worked, her hand brushed lower, grazing his rod through his pants, soft but thick, bigger than she'd expected. Her eyes widened again, a quick gasp escaping as she froze, the size of him even soft sending a jolt through her.
Her fingers lingered there a moment too long, the heat of him under her touch making her heart pound harder, her cheeks burning as she realized what she'd felt.
Her hands moved in slow circles, professional at first, but each time her fingers strayed lower, they brushed his rod again, once, twice, then a third time, each accidental graze sending a jolt through her.
