Then I set to work properly.

I ate her like I was starving—tongue circling her clit, fingers pumping inside her, exploring every fold and sensitive spot. She tasted incredible, and the sounds she made were pure perfection.

When her first orgasm hit, her back arched completely off the bed and she screamed my name loud enough that the neighboring rooms definitely heard.

But I didn't stop. I built her right back up, added a third finger to stretch her, and when she came the second time, she was sobbing with pleasure.

"No more," she gasped. "Too sensitive—"

"I decide when it's too much," I corrected, continuing my assault with gentler...