““With one brow arched, and his smirk in place, he brings his hands up, and with two long, thick fingers, enters me with one firm push. Curling his fingers slightly, and finding that bundle of nerves guaranteed to drive me over the edge, again he whispers, “More.” Then his lips, his full and perfect lips, are right back against my clit. He sucks, licks, bites, and in seconds, he hits my spot again, and I fly. I don’t just fly, I freaking soar. I’m pretty sure I blacked out. Hell, I might’ve died and gone to Heaven, had tea with Jesus, and then fallen back to earth.””
