While Phei's tongue traced wet patterns across the tops of her breasts, his fingers returned to her clit — this time with two fingers flanked the swollen bud and squeezed it gently between them in a slow, rhythmic pulse that made her entire body jolt.
The moment her moans grew higher, more desperate, the moment her pussy started clenching rhythmically around nothing and fresh slick poured over his fingers, he stopped. Completely. He simply rested two fingers against her entrance, applying the lightest pressure, letting her feel how close she was without giving her a single inch more.
Her hips bucked instinctively, trying to fuck herself onto his fingers, but he only chuckled darkly against her cleavage and held her still with the hand gripping her ass before he pulled his hands free completely.
When Maddie finally pulled away, it was not because she wanted to.
It was because breathing, tragically, remained necessary.
