Her hands fluttered again, one pushing at his head, the other threading through his hair and holding him there.
"It feels too good…" she whimpered, voice cracking. "I've been wet thinking about you for days… every night… imagining you doing exactly this…"
Phei hummed in approval against her breast, the vibration sending sparks straight between her legs.
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same slow, worshipful attention — sucking harder now, grazing it lightly with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. Her knees kept trying to buckle even though he held her weight entirely.
When her breathing turned into desperate little sobs, he finally pulled back just enough to look at her.
Her breasts glistened with his saliva, nipples swollen and glistening, chest heaving.
He kissed away the fresh tears from her cheeks, one by one, slow and tender. His free hand stroked through her long dark hair, pushing damp strands away from her face.
