His fingers glid into her slick aisle, and he fondled her.
"You're so wet. I love the way you feel around me. So tight. So sensual. I can't wait to fuck you."
Speaking of sensual, Eve felt as if she had a fever of a hundred and three. His blunt terminology earned her even hotter, if that were possible.
He tickled her clit, and her legs gave way. She would have plunged to the floor, except he grabbed her and clenched her shivering hips. She was clamped to the ladder. Her legs spread of their own accord.
He lowered to his knees and uttered, "I have to taste you."
His wild tongue rasped against her clit, and a jolt tore through her. He then licked, licked, licked. Her pleasure was so severe, she wanted to yell, but didn't dare. There was no pillow to drench her out. She moaned.
Her orgasm was building. Her clit throbbed, and she felt energy meandering though her.
"Ethan—"
