Sunny's hips rolled again, agonizingly slow, the slick crown of his cock gliding through Nephis's soaked folds without ever breaching her. Each pass dragged the sensitive underside of his shaft over her swollen clit, then dipped lower to nudge her entrance—just a fraction, a taunt—before retreating. The friction was maddening, a hot, slippery promise that never delivered. Nephis's breath fractured into shallow, desperate pants; her cunt clenched around empty air, dripping steadily onto the bedroll, the scent of her arousal thick in the cold morning.
"Sunny—" The plea cracked in her throat, raw from his earlier roughness. She tried to grind down, to force him inside, but his grip was iron: one arm locked across her lower back, pinning her flush to his chest; the other splayed over her ass, fingers digging into the firm curve, spreading her open to the chill. Her tits, heavy and flushed, mashed against his lean torso, nipples scraping over skin with every aborted rock of her hips. The height difference only amplified the torment—her taller frame folded over his shorter, feral one, every inch of her stretched taut and trembling.
He tilted his pelvis, letting the head of his cock catch at her entrance again. This time he pressed, just enough for the stretch to burn, for her pussy to flutter greedily around the tip—then pulled back. A low, guttural sound tore from her throat. Her nails raked down his shoulders, leaving red furrows.
"Beg," he rasped, teeth grazing the shell of her ear. Another slow drag, the ridge of his cockhead kissing her clit, circling, retreating. "Tell me how bad you want this dick splitting you open."
Nephis's thighs shook. She could feel every pulse of his heartbeat through the thick vein along his shaft, feel the slick mess of her own arousal coating them both, dripping down to pool beneath his balls. Her clit throbbed, oversensitive, each teasing glide sending sparks up her spine. She tried to speak, but the words tangled behind her teeth—only a broken whimper escaped.
Sunny chuckled, dark and cruel. He shifted his grip, sliding one hand up to fist her hair, yanking her head back to expose the long column of her throat. His tongue traced the frantic beat of her pulse, then his teeth—sharp, deliberate—closed over the tendon. At the same moment, he ground forward again, letting the full length of his cock slide through her folds, the head bumping her clit before retreating to nudge her entrance once more. Never inside. Never enough.
"Use your words, Neph," he growled against her skin, hips rolling in a lazy, torturous rhythm. "Or I'll keep you like this until the sun burns the Ashen Barrow."