She let out a sound between frustration and laughter. The pleasure came in small doses, fragmented. And she wanted it all at once. But Victor knew exactly what he was doing.
He leaned between her legs and ran his mouth over her groin, without touching the center. Zoey arched her body, seeking more, and he held her hips firmly.
"Don't move."
She obeyed. And then, without warning, he slowly licked the center of her arousal. The hot, firm tongue moved between her folds in long, circular strokes. Zoey moaned loudly. It was as if her body had been hungry for this moment its entire life.
Victor didn't rush anything. He alternated licks with small kisses, with gentle suction on her c**t, bringing her to the edge, pulling back, bringing her there again. Zoey moaned, begged, writhed.
And then
