He shifts his hips, a slow, deliberate roll that drags his c**k along sensitive, overstimulated nerve endings. I gasp, my head falling back against the shelf, knocking a few titles askew.
It’s not the frantic, desperate rhythm from before; this is a lazy, torturous tease. He withdraws until just the tip remains, pausing there to let me feel the emptiness, before sinking back in with a shallow thrust that goes nowhere near deep enough to satisfy the craving he just woke up.
"Look at you," he murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive shell of my ear. His voice is a low rumble, vibrating through my chest and settling low in my belly. "Already desperate again."
I try to rock my hips to take him deeper, to force the pace, but his hands clamp down on my waist, holding me immobile against the b
