Felicia's head tipped back with a soft gasp. His tongue circled the tight peak, sucked, then moved to the other breast, giving it the same slow, thorough attention.
One hand slid between her thighs again, two fingers gliding easily through the slickness left from the shower and from him. He stroked her clit in lazy circles while he continued to suck and bite gently at her breasts, until her hips were rolling against his hand and soft, needy sounds kept leaving her throat.
When her legs started to tremble he pulled her down onto the bed with him, rolling so she landed on her back. He settled between her spread thighs, the thick length of his cock—already hardening again—resting heavily against her stomach.
He kissed her deeply, tongues sliding together, while he reached down and guided himself to her entrance.
He pushed in slowly this time, inch by inch, letting her feel every stretch.
