Inappropriate Interruption

David lowered his head, his lips brushing against her inner thigh, sending shivers through her. "I love how you respond to me," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You're so wet already."

She gasped, overwhelmed by her own heat and the intensity of his touch. "David, please... don't tease."

His chuckle was low and teasing, his mouth hovering just inches away from her center. "Patience, Carissa. I want to savor this moment."

With deliberate slowness, he kissed her inner thigh, inching closer to her core. Carissa's fingers tangled in his hair, her body arching toward him. "David, I can't take it... I need you now."

His tongue finally made contact, and she cried out in pleasure, her fingers tightening their grip. "Oh, goodness... yes!"

David devoured her hungrily, his tongue exploring her folds with expert precision. "You taste incredible," he muttered between strokes, his voice vibrating against her.