Ethan stayed there for a while—his face buried between Lilith's soft, full breasts, his breath warming her skin.
The feeling of them surrounding him and how they moved with each breath she took made it harder to think.
The scent of her skin was subtle but addictive, like something that lived only in moments like this.
He didn't want to move.
But his body was alive now, pulsing from the steady rhythm Seraphina kept below the table.
At first, her mouth, her hands, and the way they worked together in sync had taken him by surprise.
But now his body was adjusting. He was still shaking, still sensitive, but learning to hold it and let it build.
Lilith tilted her head slightly, watching him with a slow smile. Her fingers stroked through his hair, down the back of his neck, nails grazing lightly.
"You like it?"
Ethan nodded, his voice muffled slightly against her skin. "I love it."
Ethan pulled in a breath, his face pressing into her boobs.
