Lurch started with soft, gentle strokes of his tongue. Increasing intensity and depth and enthusiasm, gauging by Kerry’s reactions when he’d hit the right spot. When her fingers curled into his shoulders or clutched into his hair. He became more enthusiastic, more vigorous in his explorations of her most sensitive parts. Before long he had her screaming again, calling out his name in long ragged cries.
When she lay limp and satisfied, he looked up her body and took in her half-lidded gaze. As she stared down at him, he couldn’t help the smile of satisfaction that crossed his face, as he crawled up her body.
“Oh God,” she breathed. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“We aren’t nearly done here, Cher,” he said. Pulling a condom from his pocket as he leaned down to cover her mouth in a hot
