I could nearly feel his throat trailing kisses down my body. My hands weren't enough—they not at any time were. I whimpered softly, clutching the sheets in my fists, my body trembling with the ghost of his touch that lived solely in my mind.
His tongue worshiped each inch of me, moving lower and lower until this guy feasted betwixt my haunches, pulling joy from me with each flick and engulf.
Beverly Hillson - Hard Work Pays Off pulls him onto the bed mid-conversation. What started as teasing ends with her groaning into a pillow, thighs grinding hard.