A soft whimper slipped past my lips, my body too exhausted to fully register what was happening around me. But it knew—it knew that whatever was happening was good. It felt like heaven, like something sacred, like it was chasing away the dull, persistent headache still throbbing behind my temples.
My hand reached down on instinct, searching, and as soon as my fingers met the familiar feel of his buzzed hair, a lazy smile curled on my lips. A pleased sound, something between a sigh and a purr, escaped me.
Daniel’s big hands gripped my thighs, firm and steady, parting them even further, making room for himself, making it easier for him to circle my clit with slow, deliberate precision. His tongue moved through me effortlessly, as if he had nowhere else to be, as if his only purpose in life
