With renewed focus, Ross dedicated himself entirely to her pleasure.
His tongue, which had been tracing lazy, maddening circles, now settled into a relentless, rhythmic cadence against her most sensitive cunt.
His mouth was a seal of heat and pressure, his lips and tongue working in a perfect, devastating harmony.
He used the flat of his tongue to apply broad, steady waves of sensation, then focused the very tip to a pinpoint of exquisite friction, all while his lips gently suckled.
One hand anchored her hip, feeling the muscles bunch and tremble beneath his palm, while the other hand caressed the inside of her thigh, a soothing counterpoint to the storm he was building between her legs.
Lea's world dissolved into pure, raw sensation. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, her back arched off the mattress, and a string of broken, pleading whimpers fell from her lips.
