Oh, God, it isn't fair. My nerves are screaming for something more and she's just taking her damn sweet time. I can feel the texture of her tongue, like cotton sandpaper - rough, but smoothed over and warm. Fucking incredible.

Reaching down, I run my fingers into her hair, barely resisting the urge to push, to make her get on with it, and instead just gripping tightly. It would be so damn easy to grab her, but that's not me. Could be, if she keeps this up too long, but not really.