Susan let her fingers knead into his back, almost in sympathy as he toyed with her breasts. As her head fell back against the wall, she surrendered to the sensations as they sent ripples straight to her core.
When he fell to his knees, she looked down, a little in confusion, but her leg was over his shoulder now, and his tongue was teasing her right there. Her other knee almost buckled under here as his tongue swiped over her clit, but her fingers were in his curls as her nails dug into his forehead.
She wanted him to stop, and not stop at the same time, but the moans that were leaving her lips weren't making any sort of coherent noises.