For whatever it was worth, the moment he went from full hand to two fingers, Nina seemed significantly more pleased — her moans becoming a touch more frequent when she angled her hips and wiggled to assure his fingers brushed over her clit at least a few times.

Clothes were becoming a problem though, and even if it felt good, Nina desperately needed skin-to-skin contact now. "Let me — let me get these off. I'll show you." She pushed off his lap and stood to slip off her leggings and underthings, tossing them into the pile she had started building nearby. "Should have done this on the bed..." she muttered. But oh well. Whatever.

"Give me your hand."