He let go of her wrists and flipped her over onto her stomach, one hand between her shoulder blades, holding her down, the other pulling her hips up.
She felt vulnerable and exposed like this, her most private parts on display for him, and she whimpered softly, her breath catching in her throat.
She didn't want to pull away.
"Such a pretty pussy," he murmured, his fingers trailing over her slit, making her shiver. "So wet and swollen. Dripping—"
"Stop."
The word came out breathless and soft, more reflex than command, and it only made her blush harder.
Heat crept up her neck and into her cheeks, her pulse skidding as she processed what he had just said, the usually silent man suddenly finding words, choosing to describe instead of simply act, and the way he did it caught her completely off guard.
It was shocking in the way honesty always was.
Arousing in a way she had not prepared for.
