His thumbs edged inward, over the outside of her labia. Teasing her.

Her hips wiggled—and he grinned.

“I-I guess.”

“I love this.” His dark blue gaze met hers. “But if you hate it, I’ll stop.”

Darn it, it was impossible to argue with an argument like that. Especially since, if it was possible, her clit would be doing a happy dance. She used to love oral sex.

Damn Obadiah anyway. “Okay. But…but, if you don’t like it, then—”

His only response was an exasperated snort. And then he was there, his mouth on her. His tongue slid in circles around her clit, so very warm and velvety and perfect. Her hips tried to rise for more, to get him to lick her there—

And he pressed her down, even as his thumbs opened her more fully.

“Mmm. You smell like vanilla.” He licked again, moving his left hand to the top of her mound, the fingers holding her open as his right hand dropped.

His finger slid inside even as his tongue grazed over the very top of her clit.

The exquisite sensations were almost too much. “Oh. Oh.”

“Nice.” His finger began a slow in and out, as he licked the sides of her increasingly engorged nub, then closed his lips around it.

He sucked and licked, thrusting and teasing, and her world narrowed to just the slow slide of penetration, to the demanding sensation of his tongue. The pressure inside her tightened inexorably. He sucked even stronger and rubbed his tongue over the top.

“Oh, oh, oooooh.” Pleasure rolled over her, tossing her like waves on an ocean, And his tongue and finger continued drawing out more glorious spasms.

When she heard him laugh, she realized her hands were in his hair, holding him to her.

“Sorry.” She released him immediately.

He was still laughing as he moved off the bed and onto his feet. “If I go bald because I get you off, it’s a total win.”

Opening his jeans, he pushed them down to let his cock spring out.

“Come here, woman.” He pulled her down to the edge of the bed. Gently, but firmly, he lifted her legs, resting them on each side of his chest. Her butt was still elevated on a pillow, and most of her weight was on her shoulders. “Okay?”

Somehow her trigger had melted into a pool of happy goo. “Okay.”

The bed was high, and her pussy was just at the right height. He entered her slowly, giving her a moment to adjust to the startling sensation of being filled, being stretched almost to discomfort.

As he moved closer, her legs slid upward until her calves were on each side of his head, and her vagina pulsed around his thickness.

Leaning forward slightly, he sank in—and oh, having her ankles on his shoulders, let him penetrate even deeper.