Obstacles removed, he settled between her legs and opened her folds. The things a woman found to worry about. As if a man couldn’t move something out of his way, whether it be criminals or delicate hands…or labia.

At the top of her pussy, her clit was a gleaming, wet, pink pearl, already swollen and begging for his mouth.

Perfect. “I’m going to do this hard and fast, little cheechako, since it’s been awhile for both of us. Later, we’ll go for slow.”

When he licked over her pussy, the burst of glorious sensation nearly sent Audrey off the bed. “Oh, God.”

His unexpected masculine laugh melted every bone in her body—even as his teasing tightened her muscles. His tongue started an intimate dance with her clit, leaving her breathless. Then he drew his cheek over her inner thigh, rasping his beard shadow over her tender skin.

Her leg jerked, and he leaned his weight against it and slowly drew his abrasive chin up her thigh, toward her pussy.

Her muscles tensed. And when he reached the top, he licked over her and sucked the sensitive nub back into his mouth.

The noisy moan she gave startled her.

By the time he repeated the pattern on the other side, her clit was tight and throbbing with need.

When he lifted his head, she couldn’t suppress a protest. More.

After studying her a long moment, he smiled. Continuing to watch her intently, he slowly pressed a finger inside her.

Her pussy was already throbbing, and the merciless penetration shocked her senses with pleasure. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Every cell in her body focused on the feel of his finger as he pulled back and pressed in.

“You’re tight, but you can take me.” He added another finger.

As he pushed his fingers in, she felt her body stretch slightly. A tremor ran through her.

Bending his head, he closed his mouth around her clit. As his tongue flicked over the nub and he sucked lightly, his fingers increased speed, thrusting faster.

She never came unless she used her own hand, but this time…

Her pussy tightened around the intrusion, her hips tilted, and the pressure inside grew with each touch, each thrust, each slide of his tongue over her clit. He was going to make her come. Did she want this? “I don’t…”

He didn’t relent, didn’t slow.

Sensation piled on sensation, so unstoppable, building higher.

And everything inside her erupted.

“Oooooh.” The irresistible pleasure seared through her veins in an overwhelming lava flow, one raging wave after another.

As she gasped for air, he pinned her hips down, licking over her, sending new rushing thrills thrumming in her system.

Slowly, the spasms eased. The roaring in her ears decreased.

“That was fucking gorgeous.” Rising up, he pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

She could taste herself.

“I…” What could she say? Was thank you appropriate?