The atmosphere in the bathroom had shifted from seductive to something much more primal. The gentle, teasing caresses were gone, replaced by a deliberate, driving intensity.
Mike wasn't just exploring her anymore; he was colonizing her.
His hand, which had been a source of warmth, became a source of overwhelming, rhythmic pressure. He began to press more firmly into her abdomen, his palm kneading the soft flesh of her stomach with a strength that was both commanding and unyielding.
He wasn't being careful with her; he was being purposeful. He wanted to break the last of her poise, to shatter the "Professor" once and for all before he moved to the rest of her.
His finger, still buried in the sensitive hollow of her belly button, began to move with a more aggressive, swirling motion. He pressed deep, the sensation sending sharp, electric jolts through her entire nervous system.
It was a concentrated, intense stimulation that seemed to vibrate through her very spine.
