Her gasp was louder when he gave her more, a fascinated look on her face as she watched his finger disappear between her folds. The movement in and out felt good and she moaned softly, clutching at the sheet with one hand.

"Jim..."

Mary ached to feel his hand on her most sensitive part, the place that she touched when she thought of him. She felt too shy to ask him though, and presumed that he had some sort of plan anyway.