He leaned forward, letting the furnace heat of his broad chest blanket her shivering back. His arousal, still rigid and throbbing, settled right between the cleft of her ass. The slickness smeared there allowed him to glide against her skin, a heavy, blunt promise of what was coming.
"You're still clenching," he murmured against the shell of her ear, his voice a dark, molten hum. "Did you really think I was finished?"
A pathetic whimper tore from her throat.
"No—hahh—don't… tease…"
He didn't bother replying.
Instead, his thumbs hooked the edges of her slick folds, pulling them wide. The abused flesh yielded easily, exposing the sensitive pink bundle of nerves that pulsed in time with her frantic heartbeat.
"Look at you," he rasped. "Leaking. Begging."
