Banks leaned down. He held her right leg, lifting it up to his shoulder. Arabella felt her breath getting heavier as his face descended between her legs. He blew on her, sending little shocks through her. Arabella briefly closed her eyes, resigning herself to continue with this deep and demanding desire still unsatisfied.
His tongue slid between her legs as his hands held her parted thighs.
Her sharp intake of breath was followed by a moan. It was all she could control. Her words were lost, and her mind was clouded with the smooth glide and adept skill of his tongue.
Arabella wanted to watch him as he made her climax, but the sensation was so intense that it consumed her, and she arched – her neck, her head, and her back –, her hips pushed back so she could rock against him.
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