She leaned in slowly, never breaking eye contact. Her tongue flicked out, playful and sensual, as she lowered her head and dragged it across his nipple, teasing him. All the while, her hips moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding herself against his hard, eager cock.
"Adi..." Zion breathed, but his voice hitched when Addison rolled her hips again, slow, deliberate, devastatingly slow. The friction of her slick wet pussy dragging against his hardened cock made his eyes flutter shut, and a repressed groan tore from his throat.
His hands shot up instinctively, gripping her thighs on either side of him. His fingers sank into her soft flesh, holding her as if anchoring himself to reality, silently urging her to keep going.
But Addison—teasing, knowing that she was utterly in control—caught the raw hunger in his eyes and halted her movements. A seductive smirk curved on her lips as she leaned in slightly, golden eyes gleaming with mischief.
