She smiled, biting her lip, and slipped to her knees. She was crawling toward him, grinning, unable to resist, and he knew it. She settled herself between his legs, watching his hand move steadily over his cock. He looked at her through half closed eyes, reaching his other hand to cup and fondle her breast, pulling gently at her nipple and making her sigh softly and arch her back.

She loved watching him, feeling the motion and urgency of him touching himself.

She leaned in to kiss the tip and he grabbed her head and pressed, seeking her throat, finding it. She gagged a little and he growled at the sound, easing up somewhat. It served to do little but make her more hungry for him, and she knelt above him to prop herself at a better angle to take him more deeply into her mouth.

He pulled her bottom around so he could spread her open with his fingers as she sucked him. She moaned, edging closer, and she knew that he was waiting, even though he must know how much she wanted his mouth, his tongue.

He waited, exploring from the edges to the center of her, letting his finger disappear slowly in and out. She wiggled and pressed back again, moaning around his cock. "Harder," she begged. He gave her another finger, picked up the pace, and she moaned louder, "Ohhh David, yessss!"

He worked her faster, deeper, his fingers making a soft squelching sound against her flesh. She slid closer still, her whole demeanor begging for his tongue. Her mouth slowed on him, although her hand didn't.

"Will you lick me?" She glanced back at him.

"Will you let me fuck you?"

She groaned, pressing her forehead to his thigh, shaking her head. "I can't."