"You must be curious about that spell," he mused, watching her carefully as she put her glass down. She raised her eyebrows at him, leaning forward eagerly and he let out a huff of amusement before shifting his left hand, brushing it along the tablecloth and causing her to gasp as she felt the sensation of his palm against her breast. Pulling his fingers together, he rubbed his finger and thumb and she stifled a moan as she felt as if her nipple was being rolled between his dextrous fingertips. Her eyes widened as he moved his right hand on the table and then her hands gripped the edge of her chair as the ghost fingers pressed inside of her, teasing her G-spot and sliding in and out of her wet folds. She let out a shaky breath and then his thumb was rubbing the tablecloth, her clit feeling the resulting sensation. 