By the time my orgasm crests, my nails are buried in his brawny shoulders, my vision tripled, jumbled promises falling from my lips.

“These last two days, I promised myself I wouldn’t burst your cherry with my tongue or a couple of fingers.” He plunges his tongue inside me, scooping a hand beneath my bottom to grind me up while he bears down, his tongue traveling so deep, I tumble headlong into a bone-rattling climax. “Well fuck that. No way I’m leaving it for anyone else. Don’t ...