When his tongue flicked over her nipple, Heena's breath hitched sharply. He sucked it into his mouth, gentle at first, then with more pressure, the wet heat and slight scrape of his teeth making her hips twitch restlessly beneath him. A low moan escaped her lips before she could stop it—breathy and surprised.
Samuel hummed against her skin, the vibration traveling straight to her core. His free hand continued its exploration, sliding down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, and finally between her thighs. He didn't rush. His fingers traced the soft skin there, teasing the sensitive inner thighs until she was shifting, silently begging for more. Only then did he cup her mound, the heel of his palm pressing lightly against her most sensitive spot while one thick finger stroked along her folds.
