Again, she resisted the urge to say yes, or to nod.
“I think it’s for me,” he said in a conversational tone.”I think this is all for me.”
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he lowered the panties down her hips, down her thighs, down her calves. He gently lifted her bare feet one at a time, pulled the delicate underwear off. Then he knelt between her legs, nudging her knees apart with his own, and leaned forward.
Zoe couldn’t stop her intake of breath when his tongue started to lap at her p***y, but he didn’t seem to object to that noise. The moans rose in her chest and throat, and she wrestled to not utter a single one – but the man was making it seriously difficult.
He was kneeling behind her, and he was worshiping her with his mouth. He was tasting her sweetness, devouring her like a starv
