a musebox

She knew he was going to do that, of course. It's what he said he'd do, and, more importantly, it's what she asked for. But even with that knowledge the frustration is absolutely, deliciously torturous as his hand slows and then leaves her sex entirely. She groans softly, panting, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. She just breathes, letting herself be held in his arms, warmed and comforted by his body folded around her.