Fiona's tongue was the first to move, slow and deliberate, tracing delicate, swirling patterns around the swollen head of his cock. Slick warmth spread across his tip as her saliva clung like a thread between her mouth and his flesh, the sensation sending a jolt straight through him. She licked him again—longer this time—her tongue curling around the sensitive ridge before retreating with a soft, wet sound.
Both of her hands gripped his shaft, fingers wrapping tightly around the thick base. She held him steady as her lips parted, sucking gently on just the head, her mouth a warm, wet haven. She took her time, working him with slow, torturous care, letting her tongue dance and flick over the slit, tasting the first hint of his arousal.
Then, without a word or pause, she sank deeper.
