Turning his head, but keeping eye contact, he pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee before sliding it over his shoulder.

My insides felt like they were trembling as he finally broke the eye contact as his head ducked.

His warm breath whispered across my skin and his soft hair tickled my thighs as he moved closer.

A shudder moved through me as his tongue teased up my cleft.

My hand moved out, slipping into his silky hair, holding him against me as his tongue found my clit and started to move gently around it.

Everything about him was slow, soft, patient. Like there was nowhere he’d rather be and nothing he’d rather be doing than pleasing me.

The part of me that had never known such reverence from a man before—especially not intimately—wanted to stay lost in the sensations, in the sweetness. But there was no reasoning with my desire as it grew, as it became clawing and desperate.

My fingers tightened in his hair as my hips rocked against his mouth.

“Soren…” I whimpered, feeling that telltale tightening, that airless sensation as my muscles tensed.

Knowing how close I was, Soren’s tongue kept that same perfect pace. Until, with a slow, deep pulse, the orgasm worked through me. The waves pulled me under again and again, a deep, hard, pulsing pleasure that had my whole body shaking.

I gasped for breath when the climax finally released its grip on me.

But Soren surprised me by not moving away.

His tongue moved away from my too-sensitive clit, but kept lavishing over me—sliding up and down my cleft, tasting, teasing.

It seemed impossible, but it wasn’t long before my body started to climb once again, the need drifting from a sweet fluttering to a clawing need once again.

My hips rocked, and needy little whimpers escaped me.

Soren moved lower, curling his tongue, and slipping it inside me, thrusting lazily for a moment before shifting back up, then sucking hard on my clit.

The sound that escaped me then was half gasp, half groan as my fingers tightened on his hair.

Soren’s fingers slid inside me, making my head fall back against the wall again, a long, deep moan escaping me.

His fingers were slow and deep, until my hips were rocking and my fingers were tugging his hair.

They twisted inside me, stroking against my top wall as his tongue worked my clit once again.

The more I rocked and pulled, the more insistent his fingers and tongue became.

Until the orgasm shot suddenly through me, making me cry out as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

I don’t know how long the climax had a grip on me, but when I finally came back down, I was breathless and shaking.

Soren’s head shifted, planting a sweet kiss on one thigh, then the next.

He made his way up to his feet, tugging down my skirt as he went.