His moan was higher, more helpless, at the feel of her tongue. It wasn't like her cunt, not really, both softer and lighter, and he arched up into her hand, looking for more. He wondered, dimly, whether he had made her feel like this when he had been licking her, if it had been this overwhelming combination of satisfying and maddeningly teasing.

His hand clenched in the sheets as he raised his head, wanting to see her. "God," he breathed.