My moan still echoed off the cedar walls when Noah’s finger slid deeper inside me. The sauna’s heat was a pulse, matching the throb between my legs. I was soaked, my p***y clenching around him, greedy for more.
His thumb circled my c**t, slow and teasing, sending sparks through my core. I spread my legs wider, the towel long gone, my body bared on the bench. Sweat dripped down my stomach, mixing with my own wetness.
“You’re so f*****g tight,” he growled, his voice rough, vibrating against my ear. His free hand gripped my thigh, pinning me open. I arched my hips, chasing his touch, shameless.
The oil on his fingers made every stroke slick, obscene. My breath came in sharp gasps, the air thick with cedar and my arousal. I couldn’t think, didn’t want to—just wanted him to keep going.
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