There was a certain enthusiasm in the way he devoured her, licking, sucking, tasting, teasing her with his mouth, his tongue and lips and teeth, but there was also a devotion to his purpose: make Zahara scream his name in orgasm. As his mouth worked her clit, his fingers slid into her, first one alone, causing him to groan in pleasure at just how tight and wet and warm she was, before he added a second finger, stretching her.
His tongue and lips worked her clit, teasing and stimulating in a very determined way as his fingers pumped in and mostly out of her, over and over, the tips curling to rub against that inner muscle, that button within her that he knew from experience every woman had. After a minute, he lifted his head a bit, his thumb stroking her clit in his mouth's stead. "Come for me, Zahara," he requested in a rather deep, demanding tone before letting his mouth suction over her clitoris again.