"A-Aahn… Uuuhnng…. Nnnnn♥" Eleanor squirmed.
The touch of his lips to her folds was electric for her. She cried out in shock and pleasure. Her hips jerked upwards involuntarily, and her thighs clenched onto his neck like a vice.
If it were any other man, they might feel their breath choking, but Reinhardt simply told her to relax a little.
Then he began tasting her, slowly with languid laps of his tongue along her outer lips, gathering her moisture.
He teased the entrance, dipping the tip of his tongue inside just barely, then withdrawing. He focused on the soft, swollen flesh, building her arousal with deliberate, patient strokes. He avoided her clitoris, letting the anticipation build.
Like a bud blooming into a flower, Eleanor was slowly unravelling before him. Her hands clenched in the sheets. Her head tossed back.
"Reinhardt… oh… that's… I never…." Her words fragmented into moans.
