The first contact was soft, almost reverent; then his tongue emerged and glided between them in a long, slow stroke that parted her open and tasted the full heat of her arousal.
A soft moan escaped her, low and involuntary, vibrating against his cock for the briefest moment before she glanced back again.
Don felt her shift and raised his head just enough to meet her gaze.
Their eyes locked. She blinked once, the cool analytical composure flickering, and spoke softly but bluntly.
"A warning would have been nice."
Without another word she lowered herself back onto his cock, taking him deeper this time, the wet heat of her mouth sliding down until her lips met the base of his shaft.
At the same instant Don lowered himself fully between her folds again.
His tongue moved with care—long, slow strokes that traced every soft ridge, that circled the swollen bud of her clit before dipping lower to taste the deeper wetness waiting for him.
