Lor rolled onto his side, facing her, their breaths still uneven, their bodies pressed close in the moonlight's silver glow.
His hand slid down, finding the warm, damp heat between her thighs, his fingers brushing her folds with a slow, teasing touch.
Kiara gasped, her blue eyes widening, pupils blown wide as his finger dipped inside her, then circled her clit, coaxing a tremble from her core.
"You're one to talk," he teased, his voice a low growl, his finger moving with care, sliding deeper before returning to her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles.
Her moan was soft, needy, her hips shifting instinctively toward his touch.
He kissed her, swallowing her sound, their lips molding together as his fingers worked her, drawing her wetter, hotter, needier with each stroke.
Kiara's hand matched his rhythm, her fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping him slowly, her grip tightening as he hardened further in her palm.
