Chapter 50

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my spine arched of its own accord. I let out a low pleasurable moan. He did it again, a slow, purposeful lick front to back. His touch was warm, the texture both rough and smooth at the same time. I shuddered. His tongue flickered along my folds, separating each one, tasting each side, lavishing my skin with attention. I had felt his tongue on me before, quite intimately, but it hadn't felt like this. During those previous times, he'd used it for comfort and care. Not now. Now, there was a purpose, an intention for my pleasure. Lick after lick, with just the right amount of friction. My hips lifted and began to undulate on their own accord, up and down, I pushed myself harder against his tongue, keeping time with his strokes. Searing heat coursed through my body. Beads of sweat made a light sheen on my brow. I wanted more, and the damned beast just knew he was driving me crazy. He delved his tongue inside of my opening, just a little bit.