Maisie
I opened my mouth to respond, but he was instantly on me.
The first touch of his tongue was as much a shock as his lips had been to my skin, dragging from my entrance to my clit.
He groaned, the vibration making my hips angle off the table. His hold on me tightened, like I was the only thing keeping him sane, and he pulled me even closer, hands trembling.
Long stokes. Broad strokes. Flat strokes. Flicks. Suck. I wondered if this was what Regina meant when she said Jenny was moaning like a dying horse.
I couldn't reel it in, not even for one wretched second.
Soren tongue circled the now swollen bundle of nerves seeking release, before he dove back down to drink from me.
"Goddess," I heard myself say. "Oh god, Soren, please--"
He answered with a please hum by sealing his lips around my clit and sucking.
The world went white and I screamed, my back arching off the table, socked feet digging into his shoulders.
