I can’t even finish the thought before he does it again, lapping, flicking, teasing, and driving me insane. His tongue is merciless. He sucks my clit, hard and slow, before flattening his tongue and licking me so deep and thorough I swear my soul leaves my body.

I grab ahold of his head, desperate to keep control, but Vic is stronger and ruthless in his determination to make me fall apart. I try to pull him away, but he growls, low and possessive, and shoves my thighs even wider.

“You’re not going anywhere, baby.” His voice is scratched, muffled by the slick mess he’s making of me. “I’ve barely even gotten started.”

And then he slides two of his fingers into me slow and deep, stretching, curling, finding that spot. That dangerous, devastating spot I read about, wondered about, but now feel.

“Vic!” I scream with tears in my eyes.

He watches me, staring straight through me, his fingers moving in sync with his mouth. “Relax for me,” he says as a gentle command. “Let me in. Let me make you feel good.”

He strokes, sucks, and circles his tongue in a perfect, merciless rhythm. I dig my nails into his scalp, but it only spurs him on. His fingers move faster, harder, and deeper with each stroke.

I feel the pressure building, winding so tight it’s unbearable.

Until Vic roughly commands, “Give it to me. Come for me, Kerry. Now.”

His fingers curl, his tongue flicks, and I shatter. I convulse, I scream, I lose myself completely. My body writhes, and jerks. I’m trapped in the grip of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

And Vic holds me through it, drawing out my orgasm until I physically can’t take anymore. I sob his name, trying to push his head away, but he shakes me off and groans, dragging his tongue through every quivering aftershock.

I want more, and judging by the way he smirks while wiping his mouth, he knows it. He knows I’m hooked.

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

I can barely breathe. My legs are weak, my skin is flushed, and my body’s spent. I sink into the seat, trying to come back down to earth, but Vic is nowhere near done.

Without a word, he lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his warm, solid chest. My head lolls against his shoulder, completely relaxed, while he presses soft, lazy kisses along my jaw, my temple, and the shell of my ear.

Just as my breathing slows, just as I start to slip into the haze of satisfaction, his hand moves between my legs.

Oh, fuck.

I let out a soft, breathy moan as his fingers trace over my still-sensitive clit, moving slow and meticulously stroking me. He doesn’t try to push me over the edge, not yet. He only prolongs my pleasure and keeps me feeling leveled.