[This is her favorite thing. Maybe it's not fair to declare it so, given that he does a great number of things and knows a lot of tricks that she likes, but this - him between her legs, focused entirely on her - is her favorite part.
She gasps at the brush of his thumb, her arousal making it a little on the side of slippery for his fingers, and arches slightly off the bed. Her gaze finds his again, reconnects, and holds it while she licks her lips. As if she's hoping he will too.
Just in case, though, she instructs him in a low voice,] Put your mouth to work.
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She gasps at the brush of his thumb, her arousal making it a little on the side of slippery for his fingers, and arches slightly off the bed. Her gaze finds his again, reconnects, and holds it while she licks her lips. As if she's hoping he will too.
Just in case, though, she instructs him in a low voice,] Put your mouth to work.