He doesn’t lift his mouth to agree or disagree. He simply keeps lapping at my clit, my legs trapped, until I’m quivering and convulsing in place. I sound like a wounded animal, but I’m so tender there that I can’t keep the noises that rise out of me silent. My pussy floods with release again, and he makes a pleased sound, not letting me up until he’s licked me clean and I’m twitching, oversensitive, with every brush of his tongue. “The perfect way to greet the dawn,” he murmurs, giving my thigh a pleased kiss.
