Phei watched it all from the corner of his eye, a dark, satisfied smile on his lips.
"There it is," he murmured. "You felt that, didn't you? That deep spot. Your body already knows what it wants… even if you're still too shy to ask for it."
He slowly withdrew his fingers.
They came out glistening with her honey coated thickly on them — the nectar stringing between his fingers before breaking. He brought them to her mouth without a word, or tasting them himself first.
"Open."
Catrina leaned forward at once, still breathing hard, and closed her lips around them. She sucked with soft, needy pulls, tasting herself mixed with the faint salt of his skin. The act made her whimper around his fingers, the sound vibrating against his skin. Her tongue moved shyly at first, then with a little more hunger as she cleaned every drop from him.
"Good girl," Phei said quietly. "Suck them clean. Taste how sweet you get when I touch you."
