Mischa knew she needed practice—a fact that was both disappointing and enthralling. She loved that she would need to explore him more but wanted to experience it all now, wanted the thick fullness between her lips, a chance to taste all of him.
She shuddered, aroused by her own thoughts, and moved her mouth away. She was teasing him, inadvertently, but teasing all the same, and she couldn’t repay his generosity with suffering.
Dipping her head, she licked at the crease where groin met thigh, and inhaled sharply through her nose. God, his smell! He was like the best cookie, the best ice cream, and the best candy all wrapped into one delicious breath.
That innocent move seemed to trigger a response in him that went farther than sucking his d**k had. She heard the sound of renting fabric,
