She felt his hands slip around her waist, firm and certain, anchoring her in place. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft rustle of sheets and the rhythm of their breathing. His grip tightened slightly as he pulled her closer. There was a tension in the air, but it wasn't rushed. It felt deliberate.
Without a word, he sank to his knees behind her. The sudden shift caught her off guard. Before she could ask what he was doing, she felt his mouth press against her thigh.
A slow exhale left her lips. Then his tongue traced upward to her juicy warm pussy and a sharp gasp escaped her. "Ah"
She hadn't expected that.
The way he moved, unhurried and focused, sent her pulse racing. Her body reacted before her mind did. Her fingers dug into the edge of the couch for balance as his tongue teased her pussy again, slower this time, more deliberate.
She shivered, knees going weak, a low sound escaping her throat as the tension built.
Every breath grew shallower.
