My breath whooshes out in a long, audible exhale when I feel the tips of his fingers brush the lips of my pussy. His gloveless fingers. I’m pretty sure this is not how things are done.
“Carter?” I rasp.
“Shush.”
A whimpering moan slips free when his finger swirls around my hole. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you relax. You’re too tense.”
He moves his finger upward until it touches my clit and he presses down, and my back bows off the bed.
“Holy shit,” I moan loudly, my body turning languid.
I want to tell him that what he’s doing is definitely not helping me relax, but I’m not sure I could get my mouth to work properly. All I can do is hold on for dear life and let him do whatever in the hell he wants.