Her muffled cry trembled between her fingers, but he felt it.
Felt the twitch of her hips. The way her thighs clenched tight around his wrist. The way her belly jumped beneath his chest like her core was spasming—already right there on the edge.
His tongue slowed. One last long, wet pull around her nipple—followed by a soft, audible pop—as he let it go.
Then he leaned up.
His hand left her mound, only to slide under her thighs—gripping them firmly, lifting and spreading.
Her eyes widened—hands falling from her mouth, trembling at her sides, fingers digging into the sheets.
"H-huh—wait, what—V-Vex—?"
But he was already shifting.
His hips came forward—his cock dragging low between her thighs.
Thick. Heavy. Glazed with precum, the flushed head smeared a glossy trail along the inside of her trembling thigh before nudging against the gusset of her soaked panties.
Her breath caught.
She looked down—instinctively.
And saw it.
