I traced a line along her slit and Layla's entire body shivered in response. Her toes curled against the floor, and she let out a trembling breath. "Ah…"
Her reaction only spurred me on. I continued to tease her, tracing the outer edges of her slit without dipping my finger inside just yet. Each stroke sent small waves of pleasure through her, and she responded with soft, almost inaudible moans. "Hmn…"
It was getting harder to hold back, but I wanted to take my time—to prepare her body for what was to come. I pressed my finger lightly against her slit, and her nectar immediately coated my fingertip, warm and slick.
"T—This… ah…" Layla trembled as my finger grazed her clitoral hood, drawing slow patterns around it before finally brushing against her most sensitive spot, her clitoris.
Layla opened her lips and let out a breathy moan. "Ahn!"
