SOREN
Her other hand left the wall.
Reached back desperately. Found my hair and pulled. Hard enough to hurt. Hard enough that I groaned against her neck and had to actively stop myself from biting down hard enough to leave marks that would last weeks.
She was moaning.
Helplessly. Around my fingers that were still in her mouth. Sounds muffled but clear enough that I heard every catch in her breath, every time she got close to forming words before pleasure dragged her back under.
And she was sucking my fingers.
Maybe unconsciously. Maybe deliberately. But her tongue was working around them, coating them in spit, creating sensations that went straight to my painfully hard cock that was pressed against her ass and getting friction every time her hips rocked back.
Everything was turning me on.
