Chapter 155 Can't Hold Back

• His exploring hand stroked its way down the curve of my waist before dipping even lower. My core clenched in anticipation of his touch. When his fingers finally stroked the wet cleft in between my thighs, I cried out softly.
• "You're already so wet, Gail. Do you want it?" Raphael asked, although he probably already knew the answer without me having to tell him in words.
• "Yes...please...." I begged him shamelessly.