'Then I should stop.' 'Yes.' She was finding it hard to breathe and every sense in her body seemed concentrated on the slow slide of his fingers. 'But I don't want you to.' 'Is it good?' 'Of course.' She closed her eyes weakly. 'You know it is.' She let him continue a few more minutes then said roughly, 'I feel that I should warn you that this is now getting extremely erotic.' 'You have beautiful feet.' 'You have beautiful hands.' Her legs and thighs felt heavy and languid and she squeezed them together, trying to relieve the sensations his movements were provoking. 'I mean extremely, extremely erotic. I think you should definitely stop now.' His fingers kept moving, gently, slowly, caressing her feet. 'You just told me you didn't want me to.' 'I don't want you to,' she whispered, gasping now as he lifted one foot towards his face. 'I just think you should.' 'Let me do the thinking now.' The touch of his mouth at her arch was exquisite. 'Lie back, Merrin. You've had a long day. You're very tired.
