Fuck, she tastes good.
I do it again.
Again.
I do it until her thighs are shaking against my hands, then I flick my tongue against her clit.
"Fuck." Her breath gets heavy.
I do it again.
Again.
Her hand knots in my hair.
I look up at her. Watch her eyelids press together. Watch her brow soften. Her shoulders relax.
Fuck, she looks beautiful wracked with pleasure.
Mine.
I push the thought out of my head. That isn't part of our agreement. That is a quick trip to heartbreak.
That isn't happening.
This is simple. Seamless.
I lick her a little harder. A little faster. Higher. Lower. Right. Left. Up and down. Back and forth. With zigzags. With circles.
Her breath catches in her throat.
There.
That's it.
I lick her with steady strokes.
She groans as she bucks against my mouth. As she presses her thighs against my hands.
I dig my nails into her skin, pinning her in place.
And I flick my tongue against her.
"Fuck." She runs her nails over my shoulder. "Walker. Fuck."
I do it again. Again. Again.
A few more flicks and she's shaking.
Her groans get louder. Needier.
I lick her again. Again.
There.
With the next flick of my tongue, she comes. She gets sweeter. Wetter.
My name falls off her lips.