his other slides over the inner thigh of my propped-up leg , touching the delicate , sensitive crease between thigh and labia , and then his fingers are rubbing at my clit and i 'm gritting my teeth to keep silent , the climax spreading through me from the tips of my toes and tingling fingers to the sun-hot fires burning in my core , and i 'm dipping at the knee , needing him harder and deeper .