As she shifted her hips, Ernest felt his muscles tense as he fought to keep allowing her to pin him where she wanted him. Relaxing was becoming increasingly difficult, and his skin started to flush with the heat of it.
"I know..." he started, but any teasing he might have done was lost in a soft moan as she moved against him. This was beautiful torture. She was going to destroy him and he would let her. His mind flooded with the memory of how Abi tasted when she came against his mouth, and his hips bucked slightly as she teased him with her tongue.
All he could think about was that tongue making a woman come for her. He felt breathless at the thought of it. "How did it feel?"