Andrea's pov.
He's.. not done?
“Thane, I told you. I'm not going that far.” It came out sounding like a plea. Thane briefly shut his eyes and opened them.
“Believe me, Andera. I'm all about your pleasure,” he said as he spread my legs wider. My heartbeat accelerated in anticipation.
“Th...Thane.” I moaned his name when his hot tongue licked the length of my slit.
“Holy f**k!” I cried out. Thane's tongue swirled around my lower lips, his breath fanning my core. He alternated between slow, lazy strokes and fast, hurried ones. My hips bucked off the island. I grabbed a fist full of Thane's hair, riding his face. Thane increased his pace. I was nearly sure I was whimpering in gibberish when he dipped his tongue into my wet heat, his thumb circling my c**t. His fingers joined the ceremo
