I am a panting mess as a thin sheen of sweat clings to my skin while my chest heaves up and down in the after effects of the mind blowing o****m that Rhys has just given me.
He pulls back from where he had been resting his forehead against mine, holding me tightly while I came on his hand, and his thumb gently swipes at my bottom lip just as his fingers slide out of me, making me moan in disapproval.
And when he puts his digits glistening with my arousal into his mouth, I almost come undone by that act alone as I gape at him while he sucks them off.
Smiling in pleasure, he says, “delicious.”
My cheeks redden as I look down, realising that once again, I had submitted to him, and once again, he had gotten away with what he has been doing to me.
He brings his finger to rest under my
