"Fuck," she breathed, her body tensing, her breath coming out in short, shallow bursts.
And when his free hand came up to grip her ass, pulling her closer, she lost it.
"Shit. Oh, fuck, Damian!"
Damian's grip tightened as his tongue moved up and down her slit in a rhythm. At first, he took it slow, drawing out the pleasure.
Evelina closed her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing as she felt tingles when his tongue grazed her clit. The tingles she felt spread through her body, converging back in between her legs.
Damian kept the slow pace for a while, but as she began to come undone, he sped up.
"Shit. I'm going to... Fuck."
Evelina was panting, her body quivering, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure. She could feel the orgasm building inside her, her muscles contracting and her toes curling.
"Don't stop," she gasped.
However, Damien, being the tease that he was, lifted his head while his fingers remained still inside of her. "Don't stop what?" he murmured.
