Joelle cried out, one hand flying to grip his wet hair as he devoured her. His mouth was filthy and skilled—sucking her swollen clit between his lips, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue, then plunging two thick fingers deep inside her tight heat. She was so wet that obscene squelching sounds filled the bathroom with every thrust of his fingers. Her juices coated his chin, dripping down onto the marble floor.

“Ethan—oh fuck—your tongue feels so good,” she moaned, thighs trembling around his head. Her free hand cupped one of her heavy breasts, pinching her own nipple as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly.

He...