His wife had never wanted him to go down on her, even the few times he worked up the nerve (or was drunk enough) to offer. Had he known exactly what it felt like- what she was turning down- he would have questioned her sanity long before their marriage hit the rocks.
Toby was doing her best to stay still, to let Chris work, even if it was getting damn hard, with the constant ripples of sensation rocking her core from the way Chris' tongue hit her, the finger on her clit. One hand untangled itself from the sheets, to work through Chris' hair, slender fingers tangling in the short dark strands, holding him there.