Bab 446: Softly

Dyon stroked slowly, feeling the wet vortex of Ri's treasured place convulse around him even as his hand delicately explored Madeleine's.

Ri's hips seemed to beg Dyon to go faster, to go deeper, but he refused. Every time she pushed forward, he pulled back and every time she pulled back, he pushed forward.

Madeleine was even more frustrated. Dyon's control over his hands far outdid his cock. The way he slowly circled her clit. The way his fingers curled into her, but never deep enough. The way his kiss was slow and gentle. It kept her longing for more.

Ri and Madeleine moaned in frustration. Every time they nearly climbed over the peak, Dyon would stop. Pulling out of Ri and taking his fingers away from Madeleine.

"Dyon. Please." Their moans became pleas and their growls became whimpers.

Dyon didn't seem to hear them, only slowly increasing his pace when Madeleine's nails began to dig into his back.