She could not stop the soft, continuous sounds that left her. Her body had begun to chase the friction of its own accord, her hips meeting his thrusts with small, involuntary rolls. Pleasure coiled tighter in her abdomen.
Julian kept speaking in low, rough fragments between thrusts.
"You feel perfect around me. The way you squeeze when I go deep… yes, like that."
Olivia's embarrassment only deepened, yet her body responded more openly with every filthy, affectionate word.
Soft cries and slapping of skins filled the space between the cabinets. The leg he held open trembled harder and she could feel her own climax beginning to gather.
They continued like that for several long minutes, setting a deep and steady rhythm.
