He teased her nipple, pinching it lightly, rolling it between his fingers as his other hand worked her pussy, two fingers now, sliding in and out, slow but steady, her wetness coating him.
Her moans turned to whimpers, her hips bucking wild, grinding against his hand, her thighs trembling against his face.
He kissed her inner thigh one last time, sucking hard, then pulled back just enough to watch her, flushed, panting, a mess of need. "You're perfect," he said, voice soft and sure.
She didn't answer, just moaned, her hands tugging his hair, pulling him back toward her, and he grinned, ready to push her further.
Jae's lips curled into a mischievous grin as Elise's fingers tightened in his blond hair, her touch a silent command that drew him deeper into her orbit.
Her thighs trembled against his shoulders, her breath coming in uneven bursts, a rhythm that echoed the quickening pulse in his chest.
