Monique did not stop licking until the last, lingering drop of her pussy juice was gone from Riley's fingers, her own arousal a throbbing, insistent echo between her thighs.
The taste of herself mixed with his skin was intoxicating, a primal fuel that left her breathless and wanting more than she could name.
"Lovely." The word, a low murmur of appreciation from him, washed over her just as she felt his weight shift on the bed.
She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Riley moved down her body with a deliberate slowness that was its own exquisite torture.
His hands, warm and sure, slid beneath her knees, easing them apart.
He didn't simply part her legs; he revealed her, spreading her long, pale limbs with a reverence that made her feel both worshipped and utterly claimed.
The cool air of the room whispered against her heated cunt, a fleeting sensation that was immediately eclipsed by the heat of his gaze fixed upon her most intimate self.
