Werinda felt a shiver run down her spine as she crawled onto his lap, straddling him. His hands moved to cup her breasts again, and she moaned softly at the sensation, arching further into his touch. Her hips began to move against him in a slow, sensual rhythm, seeking more contact with the growing bulge she could feel pressing against her through their clothing.

"Arif,"

Werinda gasped as he licked and suckled on her nipple, her back arching off the couch in response. "I... I want more," she whispered hoarsely, eyes closed tightly as pleasure coursed through her body. Her hips moved faster against him now, seeking friction where there was none. The feel of his hands on her skin was driving her wild, making it impossible for her to think about anything other than the desire building inside of her. "Please," she moaned, "I need you."