I bite my lower lip, nodding. Clutching his firm biceps while his fingers continue to do magical things to my body, I let out a soft whimper. “I need a taste,” he whispers, pressing one more brief kiss to my damp lips before dropping to his knees on the floor in front of me. With a hungry look in his eyes, he brings his mouth to my core and treats me to a slow wet lap of his tongue that makes my knees tremble.
