His hands kneaded her heavy breasts, sinking into their softness, while his mouth devoured hers, his tongue pushed deep, and his breath mingling with hers.
When he finally moved from her lips to her neck, his mouth leaving a trail of saliva behind him, Eva moaned, naturally, breathily, helplessly, as pleasure surged up her spine.
But then, Christian suddenly paused, lips just grazing her skin, seemingly struck by a thought.
"Actually," he whispered with a smirk, "both Olivia, your daughter… and Aria, her friend, will probably hear your sultry moans. But you don't mind that… right?"
His gaze was hot, teasing, almost taunting.
He was in the mood to spice things up, and his words seemed the right ingredient to heightened the tension.
Eva bit her lip, avoiding his gaze, not uttering a single word in reply.
But the way her slick folds trembled and glistened beneath him… how her body eagerly responded, overflowing with wetness, spoke louder than anything she could have said.
