Lucas could feel her trembling, her pussy throbbing beneath the fabric. 'She's ready for more,' he thought, his cock straining in his robe, hard and eager. He pulled back from her nipple with a soft pop, her moan turning into a whimper at the loss, and his hands slid down, finding her thighs. He spread them slow, his fingers firm but gentle, feeling the soft, smooth skin under his palms, her muscles tensing then relaxing as she gave in.
Lira's breath hitched, her amber eyes locked on his, wide with want, and Lucas moved one hand higher, slipping under her tunic to rub her pussy through the thin fabric. 'Damn, she's soaked,' he thought, feeling the damp heat, his fingers pressing against her folds, rubbing slow circles over her clit.
