She nearly choked on the words as Maxwell's feet slid higher up her leg. By now, his whole body was facing her, his left leg resting on top of his right while slowly caressing her leg up and down, appearing as if he was fully absorbed in what she was saying. In reality, he was simply using the moment to further stretch his reach, his touch making her knees buckle and a needy throb pulse through her core.
"We… we should also build an irrigation system," she continued, a little breathless, forcing herself to stay composed. "Even during a drought, there's still an underground water source we can tap into, enough to sustain the South until the dry season ends. And after we stabilize things, we can focus on reforestation. I read that humans have a profession called 'PlantEcologist'; they wrote about how trees help lessen the drought's severity."
