Sliding quickly down the length of my body until he’s kneeling between my thighs, he bends down, tosses my legs over his shoulders, and puts his amazingly talented mouth—his hot, wet, talented mouth—right at the center of me.
I arch and moan. My eyes slide shut. Pleasure and happiness explode like fireworks throughout my body.
“I love that you love to do that,” I whisper breathlessly, rocking against his mouth. “Oh God, I love it so much—”
My words are cut off by another moan, this one louder, when he slides a thick finger inside me. All the while his clever, clever tongue is dissolving me into a puddle.
My fingers clenched in his hair, I come, crying out his name and thrashing. Before my orgasm is over, he climbs up the length of my body, positions himself between my hips, and thrusts
