Caius swore internally as his fingers made contact. How was she already so wet? And the little moans she made against his lips were slowly eating at his self-control. He lightly brushed her folds with his fingertips, and her arms around his neck tightened. She shuddered, and Caius pressed her against himself.
He was losing it—all he could think of was lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist while he drove in as deep as she could take. The thought made him buckle, and he rubbed against her, making circular motions with his fingers.
She gasped against his lips, and he pressed down with his fingers, pushing two in. Rose parted her legs to ease his access, and Caius broke the kiss to catch his breath. He was so hard it hurt. His cock felt like it might burst, and his balls were so stiff, they ached.
