She banged her head against the wall as he lapped at her, his tongue slow and languid, taking his time, riding her right to the edge. Her climax was gathering, but it stayed teasingly out of reach as he skirted that one spot that would push her over. She tried to move, to take control and find the release she craved, but he held her in place, not letting her rush him. He opened his mouth on her and French-kissed her folds, his tongue delving into her soft, swollen places and causing her eyes ...