His movements were steady, his thumb rubbing her clit while his fingers explored inside her, looking for that special spot.
Her breath came in sharp, ragged pants.
Her beautiful breasts shook with every shiver that ran through her body. He could feel her getting closer, the tension coiling tightly within her.
He bent down again, taking her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers moved in and out of her.
The combination was too much.
Her climax hit her hard, taking away her voice.
A quiet cry escaped her lips as her body arched off the sofa, her inner muscles tightening around his fingers in strong, rhythmic waves.
He supported her as she relaxed, softening his touch while the pleasure slowly faded, leaving her weak and shaking.
By the time the massage was over, Ivy could hardly walk, her eyes glared at Silas with accusation, and she gritted her teeth in anger.
"You..."
