Wet sounds fill the room as fingers press against damp fabric. The POV shifts closer, nails dragging over slick cotton. She gasps, hips lifting off the bed, thighs parting just enough to let him in. Two fingers press inside, knuckles disappearing into tight heat. Her back arches, a broken moan spills out. Slow strokes turn erratic, wrist twisting with each thrust. The bed creaks under her shifting weight, sheets tangling around her ankles. She bites her lip, eyes squeezed shut, fingers of her free hand clawing at the mattress. The wet slap of skin on skin mixes with her ragged breathing until her whole body tenses, thighs locking around his wrist as she comes with a shuddering cry.
