With a deliberate slowness, I let my hand trail down his body. I decided to up the ante, determined to make him lose himself completely under my touch.
I slid a finger into his heat, my gaze never leaving his, watching as desire clouded his features.
"I hope we can do this often," he said, a shy smile curving his lips as a faint blush crept up his face.
"Well, my love," I teased, slipping in another finger, "you're in for a treat."
The room seemed to pulse with desire as my fingers explored the depths of Ginevra's passion, each thrust drawing us into a rhythm that felt both intoxicating and inevitable. Driven by his own longing, Ginevra began to take charge, his hand working skillfully along the length of his eager cock.
"Are you trying to go on without me?" I teased, pressing my fingers deeper and wringing a loud moan from him.
"No, I'm not," he admitted, his shy smile returning.