Her breath hitched, a low mutter escaping her lips. "You're holding up… too well," she said, her voice a sultry mix of awe and wounded pride, tinged with the haze of ecstasy. He'd already unraveled her three times, his thick fingers coaxing waves of pleasure that left her trembling. Yet here he was, his hard shaft pulsing in her grip, unyielding, a relentless throb that refused to break.
The slick, wet sound of precum coated her hand as she stroked him, her fingers gliding along his length with deliberate, teasing slowness. Each movement was a dance of control and surrender, her touch faltering as desire coiled tighter within her. She couldn't help but pause, her gaze locked on him, the heat between them crackling like a live wire.
"…a boy would have been satisfied with just the hand," Aiden murmured, his voice low, a slow thunder rolling beneath calm skies. "But a man…" His gaze pierced hers. "A man would never stop there."
