Maddox kissed his way down her body, lavishing attention on her breasts, her stomach, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Elira writhed beneath him, fingers tangling in the sheets as she chased her release.
"Please—please—need your mouth on me—need to feel your tongue—ah!"
She broke off with a cry as he leaned in and licked a slow stripe up her slit. Maddox groaned at the taste of her, diving in with enthusiasm.
He licked and sucked and nibbled, finding all the spots that made her writhe and moan. Elira tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close as she ground against his face.
"Fuck—oh god—yes—right there—don't stop—"
Maddox didn't stop. He couldn't if he tried. She was intoxicating, her taste, her scent, the sounds she made. He wanted to devour her whole.
He focused on her clit, alternating between flicking the bud with his tongue and suckling it gently. Elira went wild, her hips bucking erratically as she chased her release.
"Maddox—fuck—I'm gonna—gonna come—!"
