"How is that?" I ask, pumping inside Iris using my fingers.
"Shut up and continue," she groans and I obey, pumping in and out slowly whilst kissing the inside of her thighs.
Her hands leave my hair and are on the bed the next second, grabbing the sheets and pulling the fuck out of them. I groan on her thigh, the sound of my heartbeat overlapping the small squelches filling the room as I continue pumping in and out. Curling my fingers inside her, I feel her getting tight around my fingers.
"Yes. Yes, keep doing that, Hmm!" She moans loudly. I'm glad Tim and Paul are on leave. Iris's moans are like music to my ears and they turn me on better than anything because they only come out when I'm giving her pleasure l. Knowing that I'm the reason she writhes and calls my name like this is what I like the most.
"Right there?" I coo, feeling my pride get stroked when she nods and arches her back, tugging at the linen with her nails.
