There was something familiar, something natural in the movement of their bodies against one another, some kind of pulsing, latent energy; it vaguely reminded Shae of the strange electricity that had coursed through him during his encounter with Mirza, but this feeling was more subtle...for the moment, at least.
He was pleasantly surprised at Kami's assertiveness, and his cock hardened in nearly pained arousal as she drove herself down over his questing hand, letting him fuck her with his fingers. His erection strained against the plump curve of her buttocks as she worked herself over him, cradling her rear and prodding insistently until she reached back and took him into her hand with a grip that was entirely too well-executed.
"Nnn, fuck," he murmured almost dreamily, completely intoxicated by the feeling of that body pressed so tightly to his own. Christ, he could smell the warm, musky scent of her. His palm was slick with her excitement, and a thin trail of that sweet nectar had even begun to spill down along his arm. "Merde, in da wallet, baby. Git da goddamn wallet."
Shae hardly wanted her to move, but it was a necessary sacrifice. He groaned when she temporarily released him and shifted away, and his eyes followed her practically nude form as she stooped to retrieve the pajama pants he'd hastily discarded on the floor. He rolled onto his side to watch her, but the visual was almost too much for him to bear: soft wisps of hair kissing her shoulderblades; the gentle sway of those full breasts and her pale, peaked nipples; the tiny, desire-dampened triangle of fabric hiding her carefully maintained tuft and the sleek crease of her womanhood.
Mon Dieu, he was going to break the fucking bed with her.
His hand migrated down across his own hip until his fingers had impatiently encircled the throbbing flesh, and he stroked himself unabashedly as she turned back to face him. The smirk twisting his lips couldn't have been clearer as he ducked his head and, making sure that she saw the motion, dragged his tongue along his forearm and up to his palm, drinking in the sweetness she'd deposited there.