When she lowered onto his mouth, her body trembled as her climax overtook her—sharp, hot, and unraveling. She moaned, loud and raw, drowning him in the sound of her pleasure.
Her fingers twisted into his hair, tugging with desperate need, anchoring herself as his tongue worked her relentlessly. She was gasping, moaning his name as her thighs quivered around his face, her whole body jerking with the intensity of it. She came hard, and she made sure he felt every shudder of it.
She looked down at him, his face still flushed and wet with her. Her fingers gently stroked along his jaw, then moved up to brush his hair back.
"Good boy," she murmured, her voice low and rough. She kissed his cheek slowly, like a reward, before her lips hovered near his.
When she pulled away, her lips were wet. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you want me?"
"Yes," he gasped. "I want you so bad it hurts."
He tried to sit on the couch, but she pushed him down with a firm hand to his chest.
