Malcolm's hands stayed firm on her hips, flexing as he fought to keep control. He pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at her, his eyes are dark and intense but his expression tightly controlled.
"You need to rest," he said quietly.
Iyisha rolled her hips again, pressing her wetness against the hard length straining in his pants. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips as she chased the friction.
"Just a little more," she whispered breathlessly, her fingers threading into his hair to pull him back down. "Please, Malcolm… just a bit more."
He hesitated, jaw tight, clearly battling himself. But she didn't wait for permission.
Her hands moved up, sliding under her shirt. She cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging them with restless, needy strokes.
Her palms rubbed over her sensitive nipples, already tight and aching, sending sparks straight down to her dripping core.
