"Gods, Lor," she gasped, her voice fracturing as her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. "I can't… I can't handle this…"
"You can," he growled against her breast, his free hand sliding beneath the waistband of her panties, fingers finding her slick folds with ease.
He teased her clit in slow circles, each motion drawing a jerk and a whimper from her trembling frame. "You're going to."
Her hips bucked against his hand, her breasts heaving against his mouth, her glasses slipping crooked as sweat beaded at her temple.
She was utterly undone, a woman unraveling in his hands, her exterior crumbling under the weight of her own desire.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her fingers tightening in his hair as if anchoring herself to him.
Lor grinned, his fingers working faster now, slick with her arousal, his cock throbbing painfully at the heat building in the room.
