He added a second finger, stretching her, preparing her. His thumb never stopped its relentless circling, and the pleasure built inside her like a wave.
"I'm not going to last," she gasped.
"Good. I want to feel you come apart."
He curled his fingers inside her, found the spot that made her see stars, and pressed.
Iva shattered.
The orgasm crashed through her like thunder, her body convulsing around his fingers, her cries echoing off the stone walls. Caleb worked her through it, not stopping until the last tremor faded and she lay boneless beneath him.
He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, tasting her.
Iva watched, mesmerized, as he closed his eyes and savored her.
"Delicious," he murmured.
Then he positioned himself above her.
The head of him pressed against her
