KITTY
He fisted his hands as if to keep from touching me. My panties offered the only protection left. It seemed silly to think of the thong as the last defense
against Mac's lust.
"Sit down," he demanded. He strode to the bed and knelt before me. I was mostly naked with a half-dressed god at my feet.
His fingers drifted across my ankle and up my calf. The light touch sent shivers through me. His fingers tickled the underside of my knee, and he
leaned forward to press his lips on the top of my thigh. His right hand rubbed my other leg, inching toward my pussy.
My whole body tensed. Lovemaking had never been fraught with this kind of nerve-wracking disquiet. It was excitement, but also, anxiety. I felt utterly vulnerable.
His forefinger slipped between my slick folds.
