Heena's muffled moan echoed through the bedroom.
"Mmm… Ahhh…"
The sound came out low and desperate, half-buried in the silk sheets as she pressed her face into the mattress. Alex's thick fingers drove into her relentlessly, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot with every thrust.
Each stroke sent sharp jolts of pleasure racing up her spine, making her thighs shake violently.
She was so close.
Her walls clenched greedily around his fingers, heat coiling tighter and tighter in her belly. Her breathing turned into short, frantic gasps. Just a few more seconds and she would...
Alex suddenly stopped.
He pulled his fingers out with a wet, obscene sound, leaving her empty and aching.
Heena whimpered in protest, her hips instinctively pushing back, searching for the lost friction.
She lifted her head, glasses askew, lips parted in a needy haze, and looked back at him with wide, desperate eyes.
