She leaned down, hands lightly on his shoulders. “Hands and mouth, my darling. You are so very good at that. Then, perhaps, I will allow you to take yours. You do wish to please me, do you not?”
Victor nodded then licked his lips before scooting forward a little and setting about pulling down her pants and underwear. Her scent hit his nostrils and he inhaled, the aroma invigorating him. Then he spread her legs a bit so that he could have better access and ran his tongue over her. Out of habit his movements were slow, meaning to be tantalizing but soon he probed at her entrance with a finger before inserting his index finger. Both his tongue and his finger were moving at a slow, even and steady pace.
Before long, she was having to use his shoulders to keep her balance, head thrown back against the raw pleasure of it. “Victor, ohh,” she chanted, raggedly. They would definitely have to play this game again, because god! the result was glorious. “More,” she told him, fingertips digging into his shoulders. “I /want/ you.”