I circle her clit with one finger, watching her hips lift toward my hand before I do it again.
Then I lower my head.
She goes still.
“Zain.”
I look up. “What?”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know. I want this.”
Then I put my mouth on her.
The first slow sweep of my tongue makes her whole body tense beneath me. I hold her thighs open and do it again, dragging through her wet pussy before circling her clit.
Her breath breaks.
I keep my pace slow at first, learning her in the small changes of her body. The way her hips rise when I flatten my tongue against her. The way her fingers knot in the sheets when I circle tighter. The way my name leaves her mouth when I close my lips around her clit and suck gently.
“Zain.”
I slide one finger inside her.
She tightens around me immediately.
Tighter than I expect.
I slow down, working into her carefully while my mouth keeps moving.
Her breathing turns uneven.
When I curl my finger inside her, I feel the way she reacts before the sound leaves her. Her hips jerk, her thighs tense, and a broken moan catches in her throat.
I do it again.
“There?”
“Yes.”
I keep the pressure there while my tongue works her clit.
Her body starts to shake.
“That’s it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“Zain.”
“Let go.”
She comes with a broken cry, tightening around my finger while I keep my mouth on her pussy through every tremor, easing only when her body finally begins to soften.
When I move back up her body, she is flushed and breathing hard.
