Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen
He shook his head, a wicked grin forming on his lips. Was he going to leave her frustrated? Was he playing with her? She’d kill him if he was.
“I don’t want this to be over so soon. You taste too good.” he said.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she read his desire not only in his words but also in his eyes. His mouth dropped back to her moist center, but this time he spread her legs wider and parted her folds with his fingers. His tongue a spear, he drove into her, and she welcomed him.
His hot breath fired her center like the inside of a boiler. And then he added more fuel. Was he intent on this boiler exploding?
She felt his finger invade her, and he withdrew his tongue to allow it to travel back to her neglected little nub. With determined strokes he coaxed it back to attention.