He dives back in, alternating soft strokes of tongue with toe-curling suction. I slide my hands into his hair and adjust the pillow so I can watch. I still can’t believe he’s eating me out. Deep, primal growls and groans hum across my clit every time I sigh or moan or whimper, which I do often because oh my God, his mouth is magical. I wish this experience could last forever. I roll my hips as sensation builds and spirals. “I’m so close,” I mutter, just in case his tongue is getting tired and he needs some encouragement to keep going.
