I started rocking my hips, grinding against his face, the fabric creating this frustrating but delicious barrier that built the tension even more.

  

  

    His nose nudged my clit with each movement, and his tongue pushed flat against the material, trying to taste me through it.

  

  

    “That’s it, lick up what you can,” I told him, my hands reaching down to fist into his hair, pulling him tighter against me.

  

  

    The shorts were getting soaked now, my juices seeping through, wetting his lips and chin.

  

  

    He sucked at the damp spot, moaning right into me, the vibrations traveling straight to my core, making my thighs quiver.

  

  

    God, he’s going at it...