Trapped steam curled around them in the stone-wall-confines of the master bathroom.
"You're going to kill me." Galathea Brook said softly, biting her lip as Cael Alexander pulled out of her in an excruciatingly slow pace.
He hissed as Galathea's core still clenched around his erect shaft. "I could say the same about you."
"Stop! Fuck!" Galathea yelped as her body betrayed her. Cael's cock stretched her slit and as he pulled out slow it rubbed on her sensitive walls. And his voice. Gods. His voice that knew what to say at the right time. Her body have long recognized his effect on her. And although she won't admit it, her body betrayed her every time.
He started to move, again, still slowly out of her.
"Don't move. Fuck, Alex." Galathea gripped his wrist. She panted, as her core tightened with Cael's cock still halfway inside her.
Behind her, Cael pursed his lips, biting down his groan. He was getting even more aroused by the way Galathea's body reacted to him.
