His mouth never left her throat not even for once, as he traced slow, open-mouthed kisses turning to lazy sucks that pulled fresh blooms of color beneath her skin, marking the elegant column with faint rose petals of possession.
Each pull of his lips drew another sweet, trembling moan from her, the sound rising higher, softer, more desperate with every heartbeat.
His goddess writhed gently in his lap, her slim hips rolling in tiny, instinctive circles that dragged her soaked silk panties across the rigid length of his cock trapped beneath his clothes and the friction of it all was maddening... almost barely-there and just enough to make the inner walls of her pussy flutter and clench on nothing.
Phei's hands—still reverent, still trembling with the effort of control—slid from her narrow waist downward.
His fingertips ghosted over the bare strip of her exposed stomach.
The touch alone was enough.
