Road Queen #18

She pressed her back to the hotel mattress and spread her thighs wider. His face stayed between them. Her chest rose with every shallow breath, nipples tight in the room's air. He parted her folds with both thumbs and ran his tongue from her entrance up to her clit in one slow, heavy stroke. She tasted like musk and heat. She pushed down on the thought that anyone passing in the hall might hear. When he sealed his mouth over her clit and flicked the tip of his tongue against it she arched. Each flick came faster until her heels dug into the sheets. She felt herself swelling, felt her pulse knock against his mouth.