Gon slid a third finger into her, stretching her wider, and her moan ripped through the quiet kitchen, loud and unrestrained.
His hand pumped steadily, slick with her arousal, while his mouth moved between her breasts, he sucked one nipple hard, tongue swirling, then switched to the other, leaving the first glistening and tender.
The dual sensation hit her like a storm, her chest throbbed with heat, each pull of his lips sending jolts down her spine, while his fingers drove deep, filling her, pushing her limits, her moans turned ragged, a desperate edge to them as her body tightened, teetering on the brink.
He kept up the rhythm, sucking and fingering, relentless, her hands shot to his shirt, gripping the fabric so tight her knuckles whitened.
The coarse material bunched under her fingers, twisting as she clung to him, anchoring herself against the rising tide, then it hit, her climax crashed over her, a shuddering, blinding wave.
