She tried to be quiet, but he was pulling her against his mouth, wild and unrestrained. His tongue was flicking faster and faster, and Annie urged him on, her thighs tightening, her hips rocking as she used his tongue for her pleasure.

This wasn’t a sweet, slow spiral upward. She was flying, racing headlong toward exquisite release. Eric’s tongue and mouth were a soft, wet, glorious push toward release. Annie moaned and twisted beneath him. She felt it begin in her belly, like a small earthquake, rumbling through her pelvis and driving her hips as she bucked and arched. Eric made encouraging noises in his throat, seeming to recognize the sounds and feel of her at her pinnacle, licking faster than ever. She gasped and quivered under his mouth, her belly convulsing, undulating. The little bud of flesh under his tongue pulsed with her pleasure and still he didn’t stop, teasing her with his tongue until she begged.

“I can’t stand it!” She half-laughed, half-sobbed as he flicked his tongue over that sweet, sensitive spot.

He cupped her ass in his hands as she began to spiral back down. His wet, tender kisses on her thighs and her lower belly made her tremble. She allowed herself to be gathered against him and relished the musky smell and tangy taste of her in his mouth as they kissed.

Her longing for him hadn’t abated, so she reached for the crotch of his jeans. She found his zipper down, his cock stiff and straining in his briefs. Annie slid off the table, noticing their height difference for the first time, how tall he was.

She sank to her knees on the tile, and he groaned when she pulled his jeans down his thighs and grasped his cock with her eager hand.

Leaning back against the table, he arched his hips toward her mouth as she explored him. His swollen cock throbbed against her tongue, the tip wet with pre-cum. She drew lazy circles down his shaft, forgetting about his pleasure and simply enjoying the slick, hard, hot pulse of him.