“Oh God.” I quivered, my eyes shutting, my neck falling back.
All I could do was try to breathe while his tongue completely consumed me.
When I finally learned his pattern, he would change directions, lowering to the center, rising to the highest point, giving me one of his quick, long fingers.
I was full of him.
Satisfied.
Overtaken by the sweeping movements, the way he was arching his finger inside of me.
He wasn’t just circling that ultra-sensitive section; he was using the tip of his tongue to graze across me vertically and horizontally, and then he would surround me with his lips and suck.
“Oh f**k,” I moaned.
My knees bent, the heels falling from my feet so my toes rounded over the edge of the counter. My hands were flat behind me, and I leaned into his mouth. Each lick was h
