“We can't do this here.”

Noura's lips covered the low grunt that left my throat. My breath hitched, and I budged my hips as her hand touched the tip of my cock.

“Watch me!”

“We're in your house, Nou—” I said between kisses but she wasn't hearing any of it. 

“Can you shut up?” 

Her fingers wrapped around my cock — firm, tight. Just there. She didn't move up or down, just gripping hard, making my cock throb within her palm.

“Noura.” My voice came out painfully low ...