Catherine's POV
The first feel of his tongue made my legs start to shake uncontrollably. "Julian, oh my… please do not stop," I pleaded, roughly pulling his hair.
"Shhh," he muttered, raising his head. "Are you planning to get us caught? Gabriel could come back."
I sucked in air and shut my eyes tight, nodding my head. His lips on my pussy made me open them again. Gosh, what was he doing to me?
This felt so good that trying not to moan out loud felt like a huge punishment to me. He pulled his head up again, "Did you like it?"
"Y—yes," I muttered, hoping he would continue, but he didn't. His fingers went in instead. "I wish you could see how your face is right now."
My face? Could he see how bad I wanted him to eat me up?
"What? What's wrong with my face?"
