She was already trembling before I even touched her again.
But the second my mouth pressed to her bare, soaked heat—everything stopped. Her breath. Her thoughts. Time.
I kissed her slowly at first, just letting my lips rest against her folds, inhaling her scent like it was the last thing I'd ever breathe. Then I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue through her—one long, slow stroke that made her whimper like her soul cracked open.
She tasted like sin.
Like surrender.
And I was starving.
Her thighs jerked, trying to close around my head, but my hands gripped her hips and held her wide open, exactly where I wanted her. I wasn't letting her escape—not when I was just getting started.
I licked her again. And again. Flat tongue, slow pressure, teasing her swollen clit until she gasped, head falling back against the marble wall.
"F-fuck… Pete~~"
I groaned into her. The sound vibrated through her body, and she shook.
