Estella's POV

I laid here on my back, my knees pulled back as far as it could, breathing irregularly, being deliciously tortured by his tongue. While his tongue swirled and stroked me, he periodically pushed a finger into me, wriggling it and moving in circular motions, then withdrawing it. But all the time, either tongue or finger attended to my clitoris, driving me erotically forward. I felt something build up inside me, my core itched for his touch, it has a hunger to be quenched.

My teeth clenched and I moaned like a wounded animal, before emitting a series of gasping sob-like groans as my lowered torso seemed wracked with...