Anne lifted her hips against his mouth in a silent but effective encouragement. Her fingers curled in the couch next to her and she gave a low moan when she felt his fingers slide in and out of her.
His mouth on her body, no matter where it was, always seemed to produce the most delicious results. Finally regaining some control over herself, she let her hand drift to his hair where they slid through and tugged not-so-gently.