MAYA
I clutched the orb tightly in my hands. My soft moans echoed in the room as Xander’s fingers expertly parted my outer lips, spreading the slick wetness like silk before moving to my swollen nub. One probing finger found it instantly, rubbing up and down, mimicking what I’d done to myself moments ago.
My hips bucked, chasing his touch. “You’re so perfect, Maya,” he groaned. “Does it feel good?”
Words failed me. I threw my head back, moaning louder, lost in the rhythm of his hand. His breath was hot against my skin as his tongue joined in—flicking, probing, searching. Slowly, he slid one finger inside, pulling back and forth, coating himself fully before pushing deeper until his knuckle met my entrance.
He twisted, wiggling, and hit a spot that made me thrash. “Don’t stop!” I cried.
