She could hardly breathe for how overwhelming the sensation was. Her hands closed on the blankets, tightly fisted, and she lifted her hips into his hand in a slow rhythm. She was hardly even aware that she was repeating, “oh please,” in sync with her rhythm.
“More?” He whispered and curled his finger inside of her, terrified of hurting the one woman who made him feel like he was everything, the one woman that he wanted to share his home with forever, if she agreed to, of course. Kissing the swell of her breast as he slid the finger in and out of her, he smiled nervously.
She shuddered hard when he curled his finger, and gasped, “There’s /more/?” She wasn’t sure she could /take/ more — she might just explode into a thousand shining pieces.