Addison's moans spilled out uncontrollably, rising into a sharp cry, but it was quickly swallowed when Maxwell caught her lips in a possessive kiss. He had just pulled his fingers from her mouth, slick with her saliva, and now used them to trail down to her chest.
Her body quivered as his wet fingers found her breast, teasing her nipple with slow, deliberate circles. The sensation made her arch and shudder, caught between the punishing rhythm of Zion below her and the sensual torment Maxwell delivered from the upper side. Every nerve in her body felt like it was burning alive with pleasure.
They weren't holding back at all. Although Addison's fingers paused around Maxwell's throbbing cock, he didn't complain; instead, he bucked his hips, thrusting upward to chase his own climax, using her hand to guide him there.
