Her inner walls clenched around him and she lifted her hips, trying to force him to stroke her.
As if he understood her frustration, he lightly chuckled against her. The action tickled her most sensitive bundle of nerves. She fisted the bedcover beneath her in an effort to ground herself.
He didn't give her the chance. Using his tongue, he parted her folds and began his assault against her pulsing clit. The teasing, flicking action was too much.
She'd been primed before he'd completely stripped her. Had known exactly what was coming. The memory of him had embedded itself deep in her psyche.
After years of fantasizing about him when she touched herself, she was finally given the real thing.
For a moment she tried to control herself but gave in to the impulse and let go. Arching her back, she cried out. His name fell from her lips and as soon as it did, he growled low in his throat.
