Shiki didn't give her time to catch her breath.
The moment Ai's walls stopped fluttering around his tongue and fingers, he flipped her onto her stomach with one smooth, possessive motion. Ai let out a startled squeak, face pressing into the pillow, ass instinctively lifting as her knees sank deeper into the mattress.
"Sh-Shiki—wait—!!"
"No waiting," he growled, voice dark and thick with need. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks, yanking her back until her ass pressed flush against his pelvis. His cock—still rock-hard, slick with her release and his own precum—nudged insistently at her swollen entrance.
Ai whimpered, fingers twisting in the sheets. "I-I just came… it's still sensitive—ahh!!"
"Sensitive is good," Shiki rasped, leaning over her until his chest blanketed her back, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Means you'll feel every fucking inch when I fill you again. Means you'll scream my name louder."
