Charlotte kicked out of her clothes and waited, just to see what he would do with the options. His hand returned, tentative, splaying across her belly. “Your scar. Surgery?” “Yes. Many scars, many surgeries.” She shoved his hand lower, off her bikini line and the horizontal scar there. She was mesmerized by the changing emotions in his eyes as his hand covered her pussy. Wonderment, amazement, and then sheer joy flickered in his blue depths, the color disappearing as his pupils dilated with lust. He caressed the outside of her pussy lips, skimming but not intruding. One finger into the top of her slit and then downward, over her clit, along the folds, and his eyes widened as he hit the flood of her juices. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” he breathed. “So wet. For me? I did this?” She didn’t want to laugh, but he sounded so joyful as well as lusty. “It’s all for you, love.” “Do you like this?” He rubbed his finger downward, gathering her juices, dragging the wetness to the top of her slit.
