Nia's hips kept giving these slow, shivery jerks as her climax dragged on, her thighs squeezing tight around Nash's sides and trembling.
He could feel every small pulse through her body, the heat rolling off her. When she finally caught her breath, still shaking slightly, he felt the cling of his ruined shorts, soaked from her release.
He let his palm roam over her ass, the damp fabric hot and soft under his hand, and said with a low smirk.
"You're already done, and we haven't even started."
She let out a shaky laugh between breaths, voice husky.
"No one's made me come like that in… forever." Then she leaned in and bit his shoulder just enough to make him grunt. He slid his other hand under the lace, his fingers finding bare skin, tracing slow circles near her tight rim while the rest of his hand squeezed the other cheek, pulling, relaxing, feeling her flex under his touch.
A moan escaped her lips, but she still managed to grin right in his face.
