There is no other option. There is no other option. As Steven moved her lips apart further, it repeated itself in her thoughts like a chant. She had no option when she felt his tongue, which was warm and moist, dart between the folds of her dress. She had no choice in the matter as she felt a peculiar, hot, liquid pleasure beginning to rise up inside of her as his tongue swept around her small nubbin. There is no other option available. There is no other option.

And at that moment, not even the words could be heard above the roar of unadulterated feeling and unadulterated joy. She didn't...