“Yes.” He chuckled. “And I’m rather talented with it, if I do say so myself.”

“I don’t know,” she purred, slipping her leg up over him. “Let’s try it out again, just to be sure.”

He cradled her ass as she slid up his chest. “Only if you say yes.”

“To what? Sex with Ben?” She reached down and spread her lips open.

“Yes.” He pushed her fingers out of the way to explore for himself, up and down her slit. Her hands moved her breasts, playing with her nipples.

“And what if I’m perfectly happy with my Amazing Vegetable Tongue-o-Matic?”

He laughed. “You’re such a bitch.” He reached up and twisted her nipples, making her squeal.

“I want you, not Ben.” Her voice was quiet.

“You can’t really have me.” He slid a finger up inside of her. “That’s kind of the problem.”

She made a noise deep in her throat as he started to finger her. “Oh, shut up and lick me.”

He did, slipping his hands around her hips and guiding her toward his tongue. She shaved for him because he loved it-her skin there was soft and completely bald, admitting his probing tongue without any resistance at all. She had come twice tonight for him already. He loved pushing her until she couldn’t stand it, until she was begging him to stop, pleading, “No more, I can’t! No more!” There was usually at least one more…

“Ooh!” she squealed when he found her clit, grabbing onto the headboard and rocking her hips.

He loved her enthusiasm and the way she responded to him and how he could always take her a little deeper than she thought she could really go. Sliding another finger in to join the first, he held them stiff as she moved against his tongue, letting her fuck his hand.

“Another one.” She spread her legs a little wider. He smiled, sliding a third finger into her, feeling her slip down toward him, shoving his hand in deeper.