She bit back her moan, her wetness overflowing into his hands, unable to hold back any longer he spread her thighs and nestled his face in between them her smell engulfing his senses. The moment his tongue found her clit, Isolde's back arched off the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets. Elynor's hands clamped around her thighs, holding her open as he licked and sucked, his tongue relentless. Divine pleasure coiled tight in her belly, her breath coming in short gasps. His name tore from her lips, over and over, as he drove her higher and higher.
When his fingers pushed inside her, curling just right, she shattered. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down around him as pleasure crashed over her in waves. Elynor didn't let up, his mouth working her through it until she was shaking, oversensitive. "Wait-"
She felt a new sensation burn in her belly, "Hold on I-"
