“Oh, fuck.” I moan, my hips moving to get his mouth where I need him. With a mind of its own, my hand presses his face down farther into my pussy and I start to move, start to ride his face, to guide the movement. To take what I need. “A finger,” I demand, giving into the need for more, and he obliges instantly, sliding a thick finger inside of me as he sucks on my clit. “Shit!” Another finger joins the first and now, as I rock my hips, I’m fucking myself, but his lips and tongue work to take me higher and higher, and my fingers twine in his thick hair, holding him where I need him most.
