"Adrian... I need you," she murmured, her hips rocking against his hand.
"You're beautiful," he whispered, his free hand reaching up to cup her breast.
Her nipple was hard against his palm, her flesh hot and flushed.
He pinched the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, and she cried out, her pussy tightening around his fingers.
"Don't stop," she moaned, her head falling forward.
"Never," he breathed, his own body burning with need.
He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the back of her neck. She tasted of salt and honey, and he wanted more.
He ran his tongue along her skin, tasting the sweetness of her flesh. His fingers curled inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp.
Alannah's hands gripped the towel beneath her, her knuckles white. "Oh, gods... I'm so close..."
Adrian nipped at her earlobe, his breath hot against her skin. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice husky.
