but as she moved , intending to push him back from her , he wrapped his arm over her bent knee , his palm hot on the inside of her thigh as he levered it outward and followed the line of it beneath her skirt , the gossamer fabric drifting over him as he worked his way ever closer , his tongue now on that tender pocket of bone and flesh at the joining point of thigh and hip , his jaw brushing the outer labia beneath her soaked panties .