Her bare knees gripped his outer legs. The shift brought her core against the front of his trousers, the heat of her soaking straight through the fabric.
Zaeryn didn't pull his hand away. He kept his fingers inside her, adjusting the angle now that she was seated, using his thumb to keep a constant, heavy pressure on her clit.
With his free hand he reached up and took both of her breasts, one after the other, cupping their full weight. His palms pressed upward, thumbs sweeping slow circles over the dark peaks until they hardened under his touch. He rolled each nipple between thumb and forefinger, tugging just enough to make her breath catch, then returned to kneading the soft flesh, watching the way it spilled between his fingers.
