“His cock was throbbing, the crown oozing with his sexual juice. He stabilized her and partook of an unhurried flex against her cleft. As though she'd been poked with a pin, she jerked upright. "Why do you keep doing that?" "Doing what?" He pretended innocence, flattening her against his erection, and feasting with another leisurely flex. "That thrusting motion. It just feels so... so..." "Extraordinary?" "Yes. But naughty, too. And forbidden." She wedged herself more fully along the crest of his phallus. "My body seems to fathom what you propose, when I've no notion myself." "Absolutely." His wanton fingers slipped under the hem of her chemise and petted the smooth skin of her thighs.” FrictionSexual Arousal Book:Total Surrender Source: Total Surrender