"Oh," she whispered. "That's..."
"Good?" he finished.
"Yes," she agreed, her eyes half-lidded.
He continued, stroking her gently, savoring the feel of her slick heat against his fingers. His thumb found her clit and teased it, rubbing in slow, circular motions.
"Ah," she moaned, her breath catching.
His touch became more insistent, and her hips began to rock against his hand.
"God, you're so wet," he said.
"Because of you," she replied.
He felt her walls clench around his fingers, and she bit her lip, trying not to cry out.
"Fuck," he said. "You're tight."
She whimpered, her head falling back.
He increased his pace, working her harder and faster. She moaned, her hips moving frantically now.
"Yes," she said. "That's it, right there. Don't stop."
His thumb circled her clit, and his fingers curled, hitting the spot that made her gasp and shudder.
"Fuck," she breathed.
He felt her coming undone, her body trembling, her thighs tensing.
"Yes," she cried. "I'm gonna—"
