Claudia felt his hand travel shamelessly into her lips, at the same time an arm wrapped itself snugly against her waist. Before she could protest, fingers grasped and then pulled on her clit, repeating the process again and again. Claudia reflexively tightened her grip on the rock, squirming and writhing as gasps and moans simultaneously wracked her body. The steady hold around her waist served as an anchor, however, keeping her lodged firmly where she was. It was much needed.

She didn't try to stop him - she doubted she would be successful - but she squeezed her legs together every now and then, as if that would subdue the feeling inside of her. She was desperately trying to do anything to stop the fiery, burning anticipation that now rested in her loins - that threatened to rise. However, her efforts were in vain. Already, pleasure was beginning to rise, swiftly and surely.