Nia rose from her knees with a slow sway of her hips, eyes glinting as she straddled Nash on the sofa.
Her thighs pressed against his, her heat hovering right over the wet, glistening length she had just worked over with her mouth.
She let her eyes drop to it, thick, flushed, slick with her spit and still twitching with need, before curling her fingers around it again.
The warmth and weight filled her palm, the steady throb making her smirk.
She liked it like this, messy, wet, and hard, just the way she'd left it.
She stroked lazily, as if savoring the state she'd put him in, her thumb brushing over the slick head to smear more spit along the shaft.
She tilted her head, lips curling.
"You know... most guys need a good while to get hard again after a finish like that." Her tone was teasing, but her hand kept stroking him, steady and slow.
"You..." she dragged her nails lightly up the underside, watching him flinch, "are already ready for round two."
