His Prejudice 13

"Hold," he whispered, withdrawing his finger little by little, the track of her intimate passage, the whisper of her breath against his skin, the high, needy pitch of her moan, hitching his erection higher, then harder still when her mouth sought his, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip, her tongue spearing in to him. Turning her sideways, the divide of her bottom cradled in his hand, he penetrated her, two fingers charging into her pussy then stroking her deep and slow from the inside out. Elena cried out in surprise, her exhalation drawing out in to one long shudder. His fingers scissored over her swollen labia, holding her open and raw, inviting the wind to cool her juices before he slid two fingers in from the front. Alternating hands drove her crazy. It was the sweetest torture of the flesh Elena had ever suffered, his fingers curled in to her both front and back. He plunged in to her, impaling her, the hand between her thighs lifting her moisture to her pouting clitoris, the tiny