And then followed by...
Long, deep strokes that rocked her gently forward on the mattress. His hand left her breast and slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit with easy precision. He circled it in the same slow rhythm as his thrusts, building the pleasure without urgency.
Felicia's eyes fluttered shut. She pushed back to meet him, the soft sounds of their bodies meeting the only noise in the room besides their breathing.
The pace remained measured—almost lazy—yet each time he bottomed out a low sound escaped her throat.
He shifted, lifting her top leg slightly higher so he could drive deeper. The new angle made her clench around him. His fingers on her clit quickened, matching the growing intensity of his hips.
