"Stop thinking," he said against her, his breath hot against her pussy. "Just feel."

The taste of her flooded his mouth, sweet and musky, and it took every ounce of control he possessed not to devour her like he wanted to. Not to grip her thighs hard enough to leave bruises, not to push her legs wider and hold them there, pinned open for him while he fucked her with his tongue until she was sobbing his name.

But he couldn't. Not yet.

So, he kept his grip gentle, controlled, even as his cock ...