Damon didn't hesitate. His tongue found her immediately, moving through her folds with crazy precision. He'd spent months learning exactly what made her respond, and now he used that knowledge to worship her completely.
Eve made soft sounds of pleasure as his mouth worked her....his tongue circling her clit, his lips sucking gently, his entire focus on her pleasure.
Above him, he could hear her breathing change. Could feel her hips shift slightly, seeking better angle, better pressure.
Damon worked her with devoted intensity, not trying to rush her toward orgasm but just savoring the act of tasting her, of having his mouth on her most intimate place.
"That's it," Eve said, her hand finding his hair and gripping gently. "Just like that. You're so good at this. So devoted."
The praise sent heat through Damon. He increased the pace slightly, his tongue moving faster, and felt Eve's thighs begin to tremble around his face.
