AYLETH
Ayleth was close. So close already. When his groan rumbled against her chest, it was as if the heat inside her had only been waiting for him to remove the barrier of their clothing. But then he pushed himself up, away from her, but kept pressing his hips into her in that delicious roll that threatened to send her tumbling over the edge.
She grabbed at him to pull him back down. She wanted his weight and warmth over her. She wanted to touch him and feel his body move. She did not want air between them.
He followed her urging, his hands gripping at her skin, almost too tightly, but it was a delicious pinch that only made her desire spiral higher.
"Are you… are you ready, Ayleth?" he gasped,
"Yes!"
"Are you certain?"
