Her entire body launched off the mattress.
"OH FUCK—" She moaned while her hands slammed into my hair. Grabbed. Yanked.
Her thighs clamped around my ears then immediately fell open again because the pleasure was already too big, too sharp, and she couldn't decide whether to crush me or spread wider so I could ruin her properly.
I didn't tease. Not today. Not for a woman who'd never had a mouth this good between her legs in her entire forty-something years of life.
I sealed my lips around her clit—fat, engorged, pulsing like a second heartbeat—and sucked. Gentle suction at first, then firmer, drawing the sensitive pearl deeper into the wet heat of my mouth.
My tongue circled it in tight, slow spirals while the suction pulled blood to the surface, making it swell even thicker against my tongue. Her hips bucked—hard, violent—and she cried out. Not words. Just a broken, animal sound of pure shock.
"Oh my God—Peter—what—how—"
