As he continued to touch her, Rita felt herself growing increasingly aroused. Her hips moved against him in a silent plea for more contact. She wanted him inside of her, feeling his skin against hers. "Stephen... please..." she whispered, unable to form the words any better than that. His fingers slipped lower, sliding beneath the elastic band of her panties and teasing at her folds. Rita cried out, arching into his touch as a shudder ran through her body. "Oh God..."

"Yeah... um... sure... whatever you want," Rita murmured, her breath coming in short gasps. "Just please hurry..." she said, her eyes fixed on the bedroom door, waiting for someone else to come.