“I’m calm” a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he snakes his hand between her thighs. James’ fingers grazing between her lower lips before returning them to her face. Making a show with the juices he gathered from her. “It’s you who seems a bit worked up.” Madeline then grabs his wrist in response, bringing his fingers to her lips. Giving the offending digits’ soft kisses that soon turn to suckling them clean of her clear nectar. Holding his gaze in her eyes as her actions dawn on her in a blushing realization.
“Gosh, James!” she protests as she hides under her arm to cover up reddening face. “I can’t believe I did that.”