I shuddered under the first hot, wet touch of his tongue. A deep rush of pleasure flooded me, a stronger wave rolling through me at every soft, slow lap he took from the entrance to my clit.
This man was being surprisingly gentle, reverent, in what he was doing. Something touched me in the chest.
However, he wasn't that docile. His arms held me so securely I couldn't move my hips an inch, while he took his time licking me, like he was doing it for himself and not me.
"Oh, God," I moaned, digging my hands into his thick hair, running my blunt nails against his scalp. I'd said this man's name a handful of times since I'd met him, but I found it slipping from my lips when he swirled his tongue over my clit before sucking.
"It's no God giving you this pleasure." he rasped before his tongue pushed into my entrance.
I made a throaty, porny noise I never knew I was capable of.
When I didn't answer, his mouth left me, and his smoldering gaze found mine. His words were sharp.
