He didn't answer. He couldn't. His mouth had gone dry, his c**k throbbed against her. She shifted higher, slow and controlled, and moved up his body until her knees bracketed his shoulders. One hand slipped between her thighs, fingers parting her lips, and the light caught the shine of her wetness in a way that made his breath hitch. She was soaked. Not a little. Drenched -- with arousal, with heat, with memory.
"Eat me," she said. Soft voice. Hard command. "Now."
He obeyed. He leaned in, his mouth finding her without hesitation, tongue sliding deep between her folds as he groaned into the taste of her -- sweet and salt and wild. She gasped at the contact, and instead of pulling back, she pressed down, grinding against his tongue like she'd been waiting all night to sit on his mouth. The
