His hand moved up her thigh gently and slowly – so gently and slowly that it tickled.
"Stop!" she yelled, and she squirmed, but his other arm, tightly wrapped around her waist, held her in place. When he reached her crotch, a shiver, starting from her legs, ran through her body. She thought it might be an orgasm, but luckily it wasn't.
—How embarrassing that would have been!
But then he rotated his hand quickly and cupped it firmly over her vagina, and the tickle seemed to be trapped, lingering in her body. She could feel herself pouring wetness into his hand.
She let out a sigh. She wanted him to take her. She wanted to be had. She was defeated.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3xhw92/the_lover_and_his_cruel_woman_and_of_her_final