My breath hitched as Azaria's body moved against me, her hips grinding in an intoxicating rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through me. The feel of her warmth against my manhood was almost too much to bear. I met her movements eagerly, each upward thrust seeking to merge us together even more intimately. My hands, calloused and strong, moved with deliberate intention, one tracing the curve of her spine while the other found its way to her breast.
"Alaric," she breathed, her voice a soft moan as I cupped her gently, thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch.
"You feel incredible," I murmured, my voice thick with arousal. I rolled the sensitive bud between my fingers, eliciting another moan from her. "So perfect."
Azaria's movements became more frantic, her hips grinding harder against him. He could feel her slickness, the heat between them building to an almost unbearable intensity.
