Chapter 71

"Damn, Picasso.... "I murmured between my teeth, feeling when he pressed that finger and began to move it in a circular way over my clitoris.

It was almost like an exploration. His fingers slid and touched me as a way to recognize the space where they should lodge. Before he Stopped stimulating that mounds of pleasures between my legs, I was already throbbing inside, feeling that heat turn me into the worst of promiscuous. Then Picasso found the entrance to the place that was crying out for his arrival, and pushed a finger inside.

I had never noticed that his fingers were thick or big, or I didn't remember ever thinking that his hand was big and good for that kind of thing. But he made me purr in a sly way when he turned that finger inside me, awakening all the nervous sensations that were still too lazy to react.

Picasso's finger moved slowly at first, as if he wanted to see how I felt about the invasion, but when he noticed that I did not emit