It was hard to concentrate on touching him while his tongue was lapping at her, his fingers spreading her open, but she tried, finding herself matching him.

Sometimes she would take him out of her mouth entirely and rest her head against his thigh, lazily stroking him while his tongue pressed into her hole or his fingers probed her there. When his tongue moved back toward her clit, flicking it again and again, she found her hand and mouth eagerly attached to him, moving with the same persistent rhythm.

His fingers found their way into her, and at first she stiffened. David felt it and slowed, whispering, "It's ok, I won't hurt you, it's just my finger." She slowly let him slide one in and out, and then add another. Soon, she was whimpering when he removed them. The feeling of being filled was delicious, but it was the motion-the harder he pressed, the deeper, with more and more force-the more she seemed to want. It was addictive.

"Please, don't" she whispered, when his fingers slipped out of her while his tongue moved over her slippery little clit. "Please, put them back in me."

"Here?" He slid a finger back inside. Her hand tightened and jerked on his cock in response and he groaned.

"Harder," she urged. "More." He obliged, sliding another finger into her.

"Ohhh David, please, finger me hard!" She thrust back, her hand working him furiously. The combination of his tongue on her clit and the sensation of his fingers pistoning in and out of her were too much. She gasped and writhed, and the urgent noises he made deep in his throat pushed her even further, making her squeeze and suck him in earnest.

Then he slowed his fingers, just slightly, his tongue still tickling her clit, faster there now, and she could feel something building, soft and low in her belly.

She said his name, his cock firmly pressed into her mouth, into her throat now.