Wren

My head bobs up and down on his length, his thighs shaking beneath me.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groans. The vibration shoots through my center, up my stomach. “You’re taking me so g-good.”

He pushes me farther down on his face, and feasts. It’s my turn to rip my lips from him, moaning long and deep as his tongue pistons in and out of me.

My whole body is on fire, nerve-endings over-stimulated. I take him into my mouth again, reeling at his answering hum.

We take each other to ...