Her breath came in soft, breathy moans, slipping past her lips into the quiet room. Each sound echoed faintly against the walls. His lips alternated between nibbling her nipples through the thin fabric of her gown and sucking the areola, each motion drawing shivers from her.
She arched against him, hands clutching the sheets, nails digging in as his mouth and lips worked over her.
His hands slid deliberately under her gown, seeking her core. When a finger slipped inside, a sharp cry escaped her lips. She pressed against him instinctively, moving with his rhythm.
He watched her closely, the grip of her fingers on his shoulders, the arch of her back, and maintained a steady pace, never leaving her chest, sucking and teasing in a way that made her tremble.
Another finger followed, stretching her slowly, each movement deliberate, coaxing whimpers and soft moans. Her hips rocked against his hand as her breath quickened.
