I didn't rush. I licked her thoroughly with long strokes from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to her clit, then back down again. I circled the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue, flicked it lightly, then flattened my tongue and pressed firm, wet pressure against it. Every time I did, her thighs tensed around my head.
"Fuck… you taste so good," I murmured against her, the words vibrating against her clit. "Already this wet for me… just from a few kisses and my hand on your tit."
I sucked her clit gently between my lips, then released it and went back to long, messy licks. Her juices coated my tongue and chin. I pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her slowly with it while my nose rubbed against her clit. Eleanor's breathing grew heavier. One of her hands found the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair, but she didn't push, she just held on.
"Evan…" she whispered, voice already a little unsteady. "That feels… really good…"
