He gripped hard… fingers sinking deep into the soft, elastic flesh, spreading the cheeks, kneading them with open, greedy appreciation.
The smooth skin, the resilient give, the way the muscle beneath flexed when she tensed under his hands… he enjoyed every bit of it without holding back.
He rubbed his palms in slow, possessive circles, then let his fingers dip into her ass crack, brushing his hands thoroughly over the tight pucker of her rear hole and lower, where the soft dark curls and slick heat of her pussy began.
Every firm squeeze and deliberate stroke of his hands on her ass made Veylara's breath hitch against his mouth; every time his fingers brushed closer to her still-sensitive pussy her hand around his cock tightened in reflex, giving him another perfect, unintentional stroke.
Sol growled low in approval and kissed her again.
