He withdrew his hand. I whimpered at the loss, a sound of pure need. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, never breaking eye contact, and sucked them clean. The groan that ripped from his chest was primal. “So sweet. Now. I need to taste all of you.”
In one swift motion, he slid off the sofa and onto his knees on the floor between my legs. He hooked my thighs over his shoulders, his hands anchoring my hips. The first drag of his tongue was a flat, wide stroke that made my entire body seize up. It was heaven. It was torture. He licked into me like a man starved, his tongue f*****g me in slow, deep plunges before zeroing in on my c**t, sucking the sensitive bud into the heat of his mouth.
I cried out, my hands fisting in his hair, holding on as he devoured me. The coil of pleasu
