"You still taste good," he mumbled from between her legs, pushing his finger all the way in and pulling it out. Hissing, the feeling of her fingers pulling on his hair made his hips buck against the couch, rubbing himself into the soft material. He wondered if being inside of her were similar to the way the couch felt down there. He supposed he should get her off this way because he was certain he wouldn't last very long once he was inside of hers.