He leaned forward and suckled her nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it, biting and teasing the turgid flesh lightly with his teeth. Ailene moaned again, louder and longer this time, riding his hand faster and faster. Frang was going to make her release, his teasing tongue and long, agile fingers doing their work all too well. Her breathing changed to rapid little pants, shorter and faster with each breath. Suddenly, she stuffed her left hand in her mouth to stifle the sounds of her orgasm. Her sheath pulsated on his fingers, squeezing them tightly together, releasing, and squeezing again. Her legs also squeezed together, the intensity of...