He used his hands to part her legs further, opening her completely to his gaze and his touch. The heat radiating from her was palpable, a physical wave that washed over his face. He looked at her, seeing the way she was completely exposed, vulnerable, and waiting.
His hands roamed over her hips and thighs, kneading the muscle, feeling the tension coil and release. He traced the lines of her body with his thumbs, exploring the softness, the wetness, the sheer reality of her.
She was unraveling above him. Her breath came in short, sharp hitches. Her hips moved involuntarily, seeking friction, seeking release. She was no longer the composed, arrogant woman of the tribe; she was a creature of pure sensation, reacting to his every move.
He didn't wait further, as his cock was also a raging mess right now. So, he buried his face in her pussy.
