The proof was there in the most honest possible language, written in warmth against his fingers.
He slid one finger slowly between her slit, and felt her shiver. He made a glide through the soft wet heat of her, back and forth. He felt the lips of her pussy part softly around his finger, the slickness coating his skin.
Livia stopped kissing him. He felt the kiss dissolve. Her head went back. Her throat exposed itself to the candlelight, the long pale line of it, and she leaned into him.
"Have you been touched like this before?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No."
"Do you want to be touched like this?"
"Yes," she whispered.
