"I'm sorry, I was just worried" He whispered to her as he started back up. Claude pulled the pads of his fingers vertically along her lips, parting them ever so slightly and ever so gently. Her sounds were driving him wild and the feeling of her womanhood had him nearly drooling over her. His hand became more firm in how he massaged her breasts, but not rough by any means. He wanted to just stay like this forever, just making her feel wonderful and telling her how much he loved her.<br/><br/>His middle finger made it's way up the middle of her slightly parted lips until it went over a small bump. Perplexed, he slid his finger back down over said bump to make sure he wasn't just mistaken.