Keep quiet, Chloe, he whispered. His hands gripped my buttcheeks and his tongue flicked me again, spreading me even further apart. As he licked me, he made the tiniest sound of gratitude, and it made my entire body tingle. Like a spread was being prepared for his pleasure, that was how I felt.

Now he started a rhythm with his tongue flicking on my clitoris and his fingers sliding in and out of me. I moaned, half in arousal and half in frustration, as I felt the first waves of my orgasm. I just couldn't give in to an orgasm; it was too soon. So that he would like me,...