Her toes curled harder. When would he — ? “Tease,” she murmured, biting at her lip, heart pounding. The kisses to her skin only made her want more, made her burn to be touched.
Gaze unwavering, he pushed in even closer and teasingly, tentatively swiped his tongue out, shivering at her taste in wonder. Not waiting for a reaction from her, he began to slowly lick her out, fingers curling around her hips.
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.