"I want to see all of you," he reminded her, pressing her to stand again.

"Open your legs," He slid one hand between her thighs. She did, trembling slightly, her eyes seeking his, finding the approval she was looking for. His fingers eased open her flesh, parting her soft down, exposing her pink heat. His breath was coming faster as he explored her, pressing a finger up inside. "Has anyone ever kissed you here?" His eyes moved over the mound in front of him.

She shook her head. A few boys had touched her there, unzipped jeans and groping hands in the dark. One had even rubbed her until she was gasping and shaking and begging for relief, which had followed soon after like a tidal wave, an immediately shocking release.

He smiled a little, and then leaned forward to ease his tongue slowly through her slit, working just at the top of her mound with the flat of his tongue, back and forth. Cat found she couldn't control her breath or the way her fingers dug into his shoulders or the arch of her back. Finally, she put her leg up on his shoulder, wanting to give him more access. She heard his groan, felt the shift of him moving to take her weight. She was unsteady, but didn't care, and she grabbed his head and pressed him into her further, moaning his name again and again.

"Easy…" He pulled away slightly, and her eyes flew open in panic. He smiled, leaning back onto the couch, pulling her with him.

"Wha-?" Before she could finish the question, David had easily positioned her again over his mouth. She balanced herself on the arm of the sofa, feeling his welcome tongue again, lost in her softness. Her cries were low and frequent, and she found herself moving her hips, begging his mouth to find her again and again. His hands slid up the long length of her torso, finding her nipples and pinching them. She shuddered, moving faster against him. The world was spinning, and she dizzily put her other hand out against the wall. David pressed her hips back, smiling at her disappointed groan as his mouth left her.