~CAMILLE~
He sinks a finger inside. My hips buck. He adds a second and moves them with agonizing precision, curling just right, making me see stars behind my eyes. He never stops touching my clit, either—just a whisper of pressure, enough to keep me on the edge.
I'm panting now, clutching at his shoulders, trying to chase something he keeps dragging just out of reach.
"Please," I moan.
He smirks. "Please what?"
"Please, please—I need more."
He pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth. Sucks them clean. His eyes close like he's savoring the taste, like it's better than anything he's ever had.
Then he lowers himself between my legs.
My breath catches. "Oh God—"
His mouth finds me and everything else disappears.
He licks with long, slow strokes, then short, focused ones. His tongue circles my clit, then flicks it, then sucks it between his lips until I'm crying out, trembling, pulling at his hair with shaking hands.
