Women Seeking Women #64 - Scene 3

She tastes like bad decisions and cheap gin. Been riding my tongue for twenty minutes straight now, her thighs locked tight around my head while the midnight rain hammers the windows. The sheets are soaked through. Sweat, spit, and her wet heat dripping down my chin every time she comes. I keep pushing—two fingers buried deep, then three—feeling her clench and flutter around my knuckles like she wants to break them. Her ass in my hands is soft where it should be hard, all curve and give as she rides my mouth like it owes her something. She moans my name like a curse, hips grinding, spine bowed so tight it looks like it might snap. When I slip a thumb back and press against that tight ring of muscle she gasps sharp, thighs shaking. Haven’t fucked her yet. Not once. Been edging her since the bar closed at two, building her up slow until every breath she takes is a question about what comes next. Another orgasm rips through her and her pussy pulses around my fingers. I don’t let up. Not until she begs or I decide she’s ready.