God damn he loved when she begged like that. No way was he going to deny her what she needed. Letting his tongue slip a little lower he worked his way inside her hot center, lapping at the tight slit with the fever of a kitten at a bowl of warm milk. The strong hand that held her down slid lower, his thumb parting the skin to find the nerves his tongue warmed up. Carefully but with more urgency he rubbed and played with the sensitive button.