They cupped her breasts and slid down her thigh. When she moaned lightly, the hands move with more deliberation. She smiled and arched her head back onto Caalos’s shoulder. She gasped his name as he slid a knee between her thighs and used the opportunity to slide two fingers into her. Hydra moaned and twisted. Her shoulders ended flat on the bed, which invited Caalos to suck each nipple in turn. He thrust his fingers, lapped and sucked on her breasts and the air around them shimmered with heat. His thumb found her clit again, and she cried out, lacing her fingers through his hair. She bit her lip when a shriek worked its way into her throat, and she stifled it as her orgasm bucked her against his hand. “I want to hear it.” She looked up at his hot eyes. “Everyone else can hear it as well.” He loomed over her for a moment before he lifted her onto his lap and settled her over his cock. “Tough. I want to see you, I want to smell you, touch you, taste you and hear you, wife.”
