Melissa's breathing turned ragged. Her thighs shook but her hand on his cock stroked faster without her realizing it, desperate and needy.
Soft, broken whimpers of pleasure escaped her with every pass of his tongue and every circle of his fingers.
Phei had not realized but the sight of his woman and aunt like this — trembling, moaning, pushing back against his mouth while her hand worked his cock with such needy devotion — sent a dark satisfaction curling through Phei's chest. He worshipped her with tongue and fingers like a man who had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it to unravel her completely.
He stayed on his knees for a long time, worshipping her from behind with mouth and hands while the water continued to fall around them like a private blessing. The steam thickened. The glass grew foggy.
Outside it, the world remained distant and irrelevant.
Only when Melissa's legs were trembling so hard she could barely stand did Phei finally rise.
