Shy baby

Ingrid froze up at my place. My fingers barely brushed her nipples and the shock ran straight through her, nipples pulling tight. That shiver told me everything—she was soaked already. I kept my hand on her breast and dropped between her thighs. Her cunt tasted clean and slightly sweet. I licked long strokes over her clit while I traced her ribs with my free hand. Her stomach fluttered, legs tensed, and she came fast, a sharp cry she tried to swallow. She lay there catching her breath, eyes half-lidded, skin flushed. 'Thanks, Alexa,' she whispered, voice soft and still shaky. 'Now I can relax.'