"Adam," Marietta cried as he pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingertips. "I ache for you. I never knew it could be like this."
"Neither did I," he told her. One hand left her breast to travel downward and find the creamy heat between her thighs. Her sable curls were drenched, and his fingers slid easily between her swollen lips to find her clitoris, already standing out from its protective hood. "You are the most responsive woman I have ever known. Take your other breast in your own hand, sweetheart. Feel how good it is to touch your own nipples."
"Yes, Adam." She obeyed and held herself up with the other and braced on the bed.
"Do you touch yourself at night, Marietta?" He pulsed his hips, rubbing his cock along the crack of her arse while he inserted one finger into her slippery channel. "Do you pinch your nipples and slide your own fingers into your cunt?"