Whimpers and moans were the only sounds she could summon, far past any coherent thoughts to form into words. She was sure she would implode, explode, or simply go out in another instant. She could not accept and endure so much sensation. Orgasm seemed but a breath away and yet she knew she could not come until she felt him inside her. Close but not quite there.
She parted her legs and stretched them along each side of him. He rocked forward to nestle into the cradle of her spread thighs, bracing himself with his extended arms, one hand on either side of her waist. He bent down again, his hair brushing her inflamed skin in feathery caresses, followed by his heated lips, moist tongue, and the silky stir of his breath.
“Are you ready, little bird? Have I tortured you long enough?”
Her only
