His ring finger joins the action, stroking me gently in a torturous, slow rhythm that’s the exact opposite of the frantic sucking and licking he inflicts with his hot mouth—a sensory overload. A mixture of slow and fast, gentle and rough. My mind can’t keep up, but my body takes what he offers and demands more. The orgasm builds fast, pleasure so intense there’s no doubt in my mind the release will be spectacularly violent. I bring one hand to my lips, biting my hand to keep the moans at bay, but it’s pointless.
