Lor sealed his mouth around her, his tongue working in slow, spiraling circles, teasing her clit with a patience that made her hips twitch.
His fingers brushed her entrance, testing, then slid one inside, feeling her clench around him with a heat that rivaled the bath.
She gasped, her body nearly folding in half, but he steadied her with a palm on her belly, keeping her grounded as he added a second finger, moving slow and relentless.
The room shrank to the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers, punctuated by her soft, broken "oh—oh—oh" each time he stroked the spot that made her tremble.
Her hand found his hair, clutching gently, guiding him without realizing it.
He smiled against her, giving her exactly what she craved, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers curling deeper.
Her thighs shook, her heels slipping against the porcelain, and he caught her before she slid, pulling her hips forward, his mouth never leaving her.
