Caught
She stared at him, her eyes wide with a mix of desire and anticipation, moving in a bit of a crazy manner as he fastened the pace of his fingers inside her as if searching for a treasure. Just as she was on the brink of release, he pulled out, leaving her teetering on the edge.
David bore a naughty, smug smile. "Not so fast, love," he whispered. "Even if it's going to be brief, I'm making it worth it."
Carissa groaned in frustration and delight. "You're killing me, David!"
He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "Just a little longer. You can handle it."
She pouted playfully, feeling the ache of denied pleasure. "You're evil."
"Only a bit," he chuckled, tracing a finger along her inner thigh. "But you'll thank me later."
She rolled her eyes, laughing despite herself. "You're too confident."