And then his mouth was on her.
"Ahhhh!" she cried out, her voice high and breathless.
His tongue parted her slowly, tasting her, exploring her folds with deliberate patience.
It wasn't rough or rushed—it was intimate. Focused. Deliberate.
He seemed to savor every sound she made, every twitch of her body, every shaky breath she drew in.
Her legs trembled against his shoulders, and her back arched from the bed.
Her hands clutched at the sheets first… then found his hair.
She tangled her fingers in the strands, pulling gently, needing something to hold onto as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
"D…" she moaned, breathless, broken by desire.
"Ohhhhh…"
"Ughhhh…"
He didn't stop.
He only pulled her closer, his tongue working her in slow, circular motions that built in speed and intensity.
He licked, sucked, and teased her swollen clit, then explored deeper, tasting every inch of her slick heat like she was a feast laid out just for him.
