They stayed like that for a small while—Caitlin slowly, shallowly riding Quentin's cock while having one of his fingers in her ass and a second one teasing that ring of muscle. It was good, it felt so good, but she wanted more. She wanted to be able to nearly come off his length only to feel him bottoming out in her as she dropped her hips. Part of her wished she could move her hands, put one of her clit to touch and rub despite the lingering sensitivity.

Fuck. She started to move faster, grinding against him when he was fully inside her. He could put that second finger in; she imagined it would only feel good.