Never encroaching upon her core. Not yet. Merely proximate enough to unhinge her sanity, her pelvis undulating futilely as she whimpered, "You're killing me—you fucking god—!"
Her fingers knotted in my hair anew, clenching fiercely and she did not realize she was doing it.
Her hips were gyrating like a desperate whore as though she might compel me onward.
I delivered two rapid slaps to her ass and crisp, thunderous reports were sounds that tore vivid in a broken cry from her throat, "Ah—yes, spank my ass—!"
—then clamped the precise locus I had just inflamed, teeth embedding profoundly while my tongue tempered the sting, summoning yet another fractured, sobbing moan.
She emitted moans ceaselessly now, subdued yet obscene and flawless—gasps, whimpers, throaty entreaties that saturated the stellar chamber like an orchestra only a deity could conduct.
