"My answer might differ from yours." Kakia moaned as she felt his hand shift and keep caressing, her hand-sliding between them to capture his wrist and still his movements. "Darling. We seem to have different definitions of not all in a row."
She tugged his hand and placed in on her hip, fingers reaching back down to stroke at his length, shoulders curling to offer him more of her neck. "I didn't realize it was a contest."