"Yes" I gasp almost voicelessly, enjoying it.
His touch has an almost repressed need, as if he'd held out all along for composure and just now the dam holding him at bay has broken.
My hips shudder as he grips my skin and pulls me further against his face, dragging his tongue flat against my cleft, not parting me, just licking what seems to be his.
I moan his name low, which drives him crazier, and on that second lick, he opens me with his tongue, finding my needy clit to kiss with hungry affection. He takes it into his mouth in a long suck and opens me wider with his thumbs, then his tongue sweeps in a sensual caress and penetrates me, his beard scraping my skin in the most delicious way.
I lean my cheek against the sink and grip the edges, about to c*m.
I hear his zipper go down
