Rhea shuddered violently, her back against Augustus' chest, legs spread, and watery blue eyes watching the muscles in his arm ripple as he slowly fingered her.
"W-What is the point of this?" She whined, glaring up at him.
Augustus simply smiled, slow and drowsy because they had just woken up and that was the first thing his perverted mind could think to do.
"Enjoyment." His grin grew mischievous and she whimpered when his fingers curved, brushing against that spot inside her that always had her turning into a mess.
She buried her face into his bicep as she panted, taking in the soft floral scent of her body wash he had used last night
Rhea wanted, no, needed to orgasm and she feared if he did not get to it soon she would break down in sobs and beg or curse him and every single one of his long-fingered, firm-chested ancestors.
She went with the former.