Kell helped her ride through the moment drawing his finger entirely out, then gliding back in to hold her, to let her rub back against him, to see out every bit of friction and heat and sensation that would draw the orgasm from a momentary high to something that would leave her legs weak and shaking.

There was something about doing this that made it almost more satisfying than an orgasm of his own. Watching Neria come undone was worth more than direct touch and friction, but Kell still chased it, breathing out against the soft skin of her inner thigh, lips still wet as he reached down to touch himself.

Fuck, she wasn't the only one wet. Precome liberally smeared his fingers as he drew the head of his cock through his hand, pressing another kiss to the inside of Neria's thigh.

They both needed a moment.