Victor laughed, “Or perhaps you’re forgetting that I have much better eyesight that most other people.” He leaned to the side and unbuttoned her jeans with one hand. His fingers brushed just below the waistband of her now undone pants, teasing. “Would you like some more of that?” he asked, as he delicately trailed over her skin.
”I love it,” she breathed, throwing her head back. His hand covered her, and stroked her, and she arched forward, mouth wide in a silent gasp. It was so wonderful to finally have a boyfriend who knew what he was doing in the bedroom. Lack of opportunity wasn’t the only reason for her accidental celibacy; too many times she’d ended up taking the lead. Under Victor’s clever hands, she could simply drown in the sensation.