His hand moved from her clit — just for a second — and dipped between her folds, fingers brushing the hot slickness there, teasing her soaked entrance.
She gasped into his mouth, legs trembling, realizing that he knew too much about her body, more than even she did.
"Crux…ius…!"
His name spilled out between their kiss — not screamed, not said — just… surrendered.
And still, he didn't stop.
His fingers rubbed her again, sliding up from her pussy to her clit, circling harder now. Tighter. Faster. Every stroke sent sparks shooting up her spine. Her thighs clenched, her breath stuttered, her back arched.
She was close.
And she knew it.
And he knew it too.
But he didn't rush.
He let her moan, let her grind, let her hips jerk and buck and clecnh his cock tighter to give his siignal how hard he needed to go.
