Jim smiles, smug, and watches until there isn't just one whimper, until he's found the right mix of pressure and tease to make them keep coming. This isn't rocket science; all you have to do is pay attention. He presses his other hand on the inside of her knee, spreading her wide, wider; keeping her open to take his fingers. His hips rock gently into her hand, and his skin is flushed red from heat and pleasure, but he doesn't take his attention off her for a second.

'Proving myself yet?'

He murmurs it against her chest, looking up at her from between her breasts.