Claude watched Emmalise's petite frame tremble under his touch, her moans filling the room as her wetness coated his fingers.
Her thighs quivered, slick and flushed, every stroke of his circling fingers on her clit drawing out another whimper from her parted lips.
"Claude~" she moaned, her voice thick with need, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust.
She looked utterly undone, and yet he knew—she still wanted more.
He leaned in close, his smirk playful. "What is it, Emmalise? What do you want?"
His fingers never stopped, teasing her swollen clit with slow circles. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as her breath caught.
"Ohhh~ It feels so good… I want more, please," she pleaded softly, her hips twitching toward his hand.
Claude lowered his mouth to her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "More?" he whispered.
"You'll have to be more specific than that."
He nibbled on her earlobe, making her gasp and squirm from the ticklish sensation.
