...id was push his head down. He hovered over her, smelling her wetness.
“Dammit Ben! Just do it!” His face lowered as he barely grazed against her mound. He heard her cry out. Confident in his actions, he let his tongue roam over all of her, top to bottom, before concentrating on one part. His mouth closed over her swollen nub, earning a loud moan.
Gwen’s hands pressed his head harder into her. Her whole body was on fire. She squeezed her eyes shut as he hardened the tip of his tongue and entered her. She pulled his short hair as he continued to move in and out.
His fingers were suddenly on her too. His thumb was tracing fast circles on her mound. Her breathing became ragged, her hips jerking. A deep heat formed in the pit of her stomach, growing bigger and bigger. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. As his tongue continued its devious work, his fingers continued to pinch and rub her, the neural distribution seemingly magnifying every sensation tenfold.
The heat was spreading now. She could feel it climbing through her veins. Her back arched as he withdrew his tongue and began to suck. Her teeth hurt from clenching them so hard. She was close. The heat had almost engulfed her completely. He ...