Ayda's POV
His mouth dragged down to my pulse point, tasting the ebb and flow of my heart as he did things with his fingers that made me keen. I tried to close my legs to the intrusion pretending that I wasn't enthralled with his touch, but he would have none of it.
He flicked his wrist, thumb circling my cl*t in tight circles that had me crying, my nails clawing into his broad back as I rushed to my release. There was no lying to him; it was as if he knew my body as well as I did.
Then he pulled away, laughing as he did.
“Not yet," he panted, biting my earlobe. I could feel the texture of his stubble against my cheek, making me shiver at the masculine touch. “I want to feel you c*m around my c**k. I want to feel your sweet cunt ripple with pleasure. Could you do that for me? Will you
