"Oh Jesusmaryjoseph." Her accent is thick, her tone heavy and dark. He can feel the fine sheen of sweat rise on her skin. Her calves are draped over his arms and she can raise and lower herself just enough. It's delicious, sweet torture, and it lets her feel everything he's doing to her.

Again, her hands weave in his hair, just touching him, barely guiding him. This position feels so exposed, so vulnerable, so raw and intense, every swipe of his tongue makes her tremble. She's almost completely at his mercy like this, and right now, there's no where else she'd rather be.