Liara’s POV

His eyes squeezed shut tightly, brows furrowing in concentration as his hips began to move—not thrusting yet, but grinding in deep circular motions, stirring his cock inside me like he was claiming every hidden corner. The rotation pressed him against my g-spot relentlessly, making my toes curl and my breath stutter.

I gripped the edges of the dresser harder, knuckles whitening as I fought to stay balanced, the wood creaking under my weight. The mirror showed it all: my breasts swaying with each grind, nipples hard peaks; his face contorted in pleasure behind me. I bit my lower lip, trying to stifle the moans bubbling up, but it...