Dana’s reaching out to grasp the curved headboard to steady herself, head lulling back as soon as he settles his hands back on her. She’s been soaked for him since the damn club, coating his tongue as soon as he swipes it through her, a shiver racing up her spine. “Ah–” It’s It’s flick of her swollen clit that makes her muscles squeeze, her body jolting above him.
Damon is practically feasting on her as the time passes. He hadn’t thought it was possible for a woman to be this wet and yet he’d been proven wrong. His tongue is buried within her, soft sounds of delight coming from the raven.
Quivering, Dana is blindsided as her climax washes up and crashes down over her head, her lips parting on a shuddered cry as she soaks his tongue and chin. Panting harshly, she stills for a moment above him, drooping a bit.
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He hadn't expected her to cum so soon, but he relishes in the way she cries out and drenches him. His tongue is still running against her, teasing her clit and dipping inside of her before he's finally resting his head back and swallowing hard.