He chuckled against my p***y. “That a girl,” he murmured against my swollen flesh, then slid two thick fingers inside me. “So f*****g tight.” His words were growing more ragged with waning restraint, but I was only vaguely aware because those fingers caressing my insides with his tongue on my c**t sent me rocketing toward the release I’d been so desperately craving. I didn’t just cry out. I screamed. My entire body spasmed, muscles quaking and nerves pulsing with pure electric bliss. Wave after wave, I was blanketed in a sensation so warm and overwhelming that I couldn’t move or think. Conner allowed me time to languish in the afterglow, his hands running gently up and down the outside of my thighs. As my senses returned, I wondered if he’d have s*x with me. He’d want to come, too, right?
