"I want to try something," she said.

He looked at her. "What?"

She pushed him onto his back and straddled his face.

He made a sound that was low and deeply satisfied and his hands gripped her thighs immediately and pulled her down and his mouth found her and she cried out, bracing her hands on the headboard, riding his face without apology.

His tongue worked her thoroughly from below, his hands gripping her thighs firm and certain, and she moved against him chasing the sensation, her moans filling the bedroom, her head falling back. She reached behind herself and wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him while...