Olivia

He worked me expertly, building the pressure again. When his mouth joined his fingers, sucking my clit while two fingers plunged back inside me, I thought I might finally get release.

Wrong.

Just as my orgasm approached, he slowed his movements. His fingers pumped lazily, his tongue dragging long, slow strokes instead of the quick flicks I needed.

"I'm going to kill you," I threatened.

"Worth it," he replied, completely unbothered.

His hand ...