His hand settled between her legs from behind, two fingers pressing against her pussy from the back — not entering, just pressing — and he felt the slick immediately against his fingertips. The wet warmth of her soaked folds pressed back against his touch, a heavy contrast to the cool cave air.
She made a sound. High, involuntary, her whole body shuddering as the skin of her stomach tightened.
Her face went crimson.
He withdrew his hand without a word. Shifting her forward slightly on his torso, he slid her down, the movement unhurried and direct.
The cockhead pressed against the outside of her pussy.
Not in. Against. The broad, hot surface of it pressed flat against her folds, the outer skin of her vulva parting slightly around the blunt shape without taking it. Her silk blouse bunched up over her ribs, the fabric straining over her full breasts as they rose and fell with her frantic breathing.
