But she immediately freezes, so I do, too.

"Annie," I say, checking in. "Is this all right?"

Body still stiff, her breath shudders out of her, and she nods.

But I don't move, and her hips shift, pushing against my palm.

I can still feel her hesitation.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," I say, my voicelow.

Annie exhales shakily and shakes her head, her wild blonde locks flying around her face.

Unsure what she’s indicating, I say, “Do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head again, her blue eyes wide on my face.

"Annie, I need you to say it."

"No, don't stop," she whispers. "Keep going. Please."

For a moment, my mind wanders somewhere else. Annie is quite a bit younger than I am—only twenty-two.

Could she be...?

Then she presses her lips against mine and grinds her pussy into my hand again. and the thought flies out of my mind.

Ridiculous.

I shake it off and kiss her back, my tongue diving into her mouth to stroke and tease hers.

She whimpers softly when I cautiously slide a finger under her underwear, stroking her slit, the wetness coating my fingers.

"You're so fucking wet for me," I say and slide my tongue along hers.

I tease her clit with a light touch, and her hips buck, a moan pouring into my mouth.

I tease her more, drawing the wetness from her pussy and circling her clit, eliciting a low groan from her.

She breaks the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck, her hips moving, seeking the friction of my hand.

She fights the buttons of my shirt, her hips never stopping their movement.

When the last button is undone, she pushes the material apart, exposing my chest. Her gaze drops to my skin, and she hesitates for a beat. Then she leans in and presses a kiss to the base of my throat.

I groan, the warm press of her lips against my skin sending a bolt of pleasure through me.

She works her way down over my shoulders, then across my chest.

I slide a second finger into her wet heat, and we both groan. She's so tight and wet, and the way she's grinding against me is enough to drive me insane.

She whimpers, her hips moving faster.

I can feel her getting close, and I slide my fingers farther into her, letting her ride them while I circle her clit with my thumb. Her shirt has fallen back down, and her bouncing breasts are hidden under them.

I push the shirt back up, not wanting to miss the view.

Her slick heat envelopes my fingers, and the way she cries out is intoxicating.