Jim was torn between watching his own hand move between her legs or watching her reactions to the way he was touching her. In the end, his gaze focused on her face, eyes darkening at the way she seemed so focused on his hand, and as her legs spread wider, he pushed his finger into her again, sliding deeper this time, until it was buried all the way to the knuckle.

Barely giving her a moment to acclimate, he drew it back and pushed it back in, then again, feeling her muscles tight around him.