Celine kept her tongue moving along Adam's neck, licking and lightly sucking at the skin while her hips remained pressed flush against him. Every small shift still sent sparks of dangerous pleasure through her overstimulated body. She was holding herself right at the edge, refusing to let go.
Adam's hands stayed on her breasts, thumbs slowly brushing over her stiff nipples as he felt the tight, fluttering heat of her pussy around his cock. Her efforts to stimulate him were beginning to have an effect, his breathing had grown a little heavier, and the grip on her soft flesh tightened.
"You're really trying," he muttered against her hair. "Using your mouth like this… while forcing yourself not to cum."
Celine didn't answer with words. She only dragged her tongue higher, nipping lightly at the skin just below his ear before licking again. Her hips gave a small, involuntary twitch, and a muffled sound escaped her throat as the movement pushed his cock even deeper against her womb.
