To Die For - Part 3

Lockwood slides two fingers into her. He curls them, finding the spot that makes her thighs shake. She grips the sheets and gasps. He takes his time, reading every tremor of her body. When she’s close he pulls back, slick fingers tracing lazy circles over her clit instead, keeping her right on the edge. She whimpers, frustrated, and he grins. Two can play this game. He presses his tongue flat and drags it slow, tasting her again. Each stroke deliberate, devastating. She writhes, begging without words. The room fills with the wet sounds of his mouth on her and her uneven breathing.