Diana stared into the mirror through half-lidded eyes, a mix of embarrassment and heightened arousal washing over her at the sight of their position.
Matthew slid another finger inside her, moving with a steady rhythm…
She was close.
+"Good girl… I know you're about to come."*
He thrust his fingers faster, driving deeper.
A few seconds later, Diana trembled in his hands and come.
Matthew withdrew his hands from her body. Diana, on the verge of collapsing, slammed her hands onto the table to hold herself up.
Her legs shook, and a fire seemed to ignite beneath her stomach.
She panted heavily, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled for air.
Her vagina still pulsed with heat. Matthew turned her around and bit her lips hard. He ran his tongue over her lips with relish, craving more, while Diana kept her lips pressed shut.
He thought to himself:
*"So that's how it's going to be!"*
He twirled her hardened nipple between his fingers.
Her mouth fell open with a loud moan, and Matthew seized the moment, slipping his tongue inside to continue.
He slid his hands under her soft, pale thighs and lifted her.
Diana buried her face in his neck, prompting a sly smirk from Matthew. Her body felt like it was burning with heat.