Finally, finally, he licked her, and she cried out. Definitely no concern about not liking it — she liked it. A shudder raced up her body, and she planted her hands in the covers and tried to hold still. Every so often, he would find some point at the top of his stroke that felt like a little explosion, and she would moan or whimper, out of rhythm with the rest of the sounds she was making.
And then he really got into it, encouraged by the sounds spilling from her lips. Isaac buried his face in between her legs and rested his head on her thigh, eagerly alternating between licking and sucking. This was perfect – this way, he could ensure that she fell apart and he wasn’t too far off himself.
The longer he went on, the harder it was for her to stay still. She started to rock her hips into his tongue, back arching. He found that spot again, the one that crackled pleasure hotly through every nerve, and she gasped, “What have you found, oh my god, what have you foun—oh!” Every limb trembled with the force of the climax crashing through her.