Lilith's POV
His fingers teased and tormented me, never venturing beyond the outer folds.
A desperate, hollow ache spread from my core.
I couldn't help it; I arched my hips, trying to draw his fingers deeper inside, seeking some kind of relief.
But he skillfully evaded my pursuit, his fingertips still tracing maddening circles just outside.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
I turned my head, a pleading whimper escaping my lips.
"Inside… Please. Your fingers…"
In a desperate, unspoken trade, my own hand moving over his length quickened its pace. My nails even scraped lightly, unintentionally, over the sensitive head of his c**k.
My actions made his breath hitch sharply. A low, guttural groan rumbled in his throat, and the arm wrapped around me tensed like iron.
Yet, he still
