Amanda's hands twisted in the sheets as his breath ghosted over her slick folds.
Then, with a single stroke of his tongue, he sent her into a frenzy.
Amanda cried out, hips jerking. Ross licked her slowly, teasing at first, then pressing deeper, more rhythmic, more consuming.
His hands held her hips steady as his mouth worked her over—exploring her taste, drinking in her pleasure.
Her moans filled the room, her thighs clamped around his head, and when his tongue flicked her clit just right, she felt herself tipping over the edge.
"Ross—I'm gonna—oh, fuck!" she gasped.
She came hard, her body convulsing with waves of ecstasy, her fingers digging into the sheets, into him, wherever she could reach.
Ross didn't stop until she was trembling beneath him, spent and breathless.
Only then did he rise, crawl back over her, and look down with a wicked grin.
"I'm not done with you yet," he whispered.
