She moved her legs open wider so he could touch her better, the sensation of him touching her steadily building to a pleasurable one. She leaned up to kiss him, trailing her kisses across his cheek and to his neck, like he had done to her.
Amaya nodded and buried her face into the crook of his neck, letting out a soft noise as she thrust her hips a few times. His touches made her toes curl and sent pleasure jolting through her.
Every time he curled his finger he hit her sensitive spot, and soon she was shaking and digging her nails into his back as soft whimpers escaped her. She was so close to her release, and Sasuke could tell.