She gasped, her hands flying to my hair. "Oh my god—"

I took my time exploring her with my tongue—circling her clit, dipping inside her, learning what made her hips buck and her thighs tremble. When I found the rhythm that had her moaning, I maintained it, building her up slowly.

"James," she gasped, her grip tightening in my hair. "That's—fuck—don't stop—"

I had no intention of stopping. I worked her with my mouth while my hands gripped her thighs, holding her open for me. When I added two fingers inside her and curled them to hit her G-spot while sucking her clit, she came apart with a cry that...