Then his lips closed around her folds, letting the warmth and moisture envelop him. He licked, he sucked, and the sounds she made were like music. He felt her arch, felt the tremors in her body, every subtle quiver a direct line to his own growing need. Each flick of his tongue, each careful suck, was a feast of sensation that tethered her to him completely.
Vee grunted, one hand tangling in his dark hair, tugging lightly. "Luca…" she gasped, breathless, shivering, needing more, giving more.
Luca could feel her shaking. He pulled his hands away and grabbed her thighs instead, offering solid support, giving her something to hold onto as he lapped at her.
Vee rode his tongue with abandon, unashamed, unreserved, chasing only release. Her hair tumbled down, spilling, her back arching in perfect surrender, and she grabbed onto the headboard with both hands.
