Aching POV 1 – Watching you from the edge, every nerve on fire, just begging for you to look back and let me in.

Her skirt beginning to bunch up toward her waist. But how could he have… Vxxx He was gone. There were fewer kisses and longer wet tingling tracings and his hot breath on her skin. She felt his hand close over hers, the one holding up her skirt. She felt his thumbs moving along under her toes, finding the spaces between the bones and probing deeply. Mmmm… No one had ever done this for her. And he’d taken her panties with him. She hadn’t felt anything so nice since she used to lie with her head in her mother’s lap and her mother would stroke her hair and forehead, something that hadn’t happened in a long time, longer than she could remember.