The sound was small... a wet, rhythmic squelch... but in the cavernous silence of the dining room, it might as well have been a scream.
Alex didn't stop. He didn't rush. He kept his finger buried deep inside Vivienne, curling it with a relentless, ruinous precision that scraped against her most sensitive nerves. He felt the slick heat of her pussy gripping him, the soft, yielding flesh clenching around his finger as if begging for more.
Vivienne's head fell back, her lips parting in a silent gasp. She was unraveling. The shame of the draft, the exposure, the humiliation... it all incinerated in the heat of his touch. She was thrilled. She was over-stimulated. She was vibrating with a need so sharp it bordered on pain.
'Yes.'
The thought screamed through her mind, drowning out the last shreds of her dignity.
'More. Ruin me. Right here.'
