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Sybil moaned.
I lapped slowly from her entrance to her clit, gathering her taste on my tongue, then circled the swollen little nub without touching it directly at first.
Her thighs tightened around my shoulders.
I slipped one hand beneath her hip to keep her near the edge of the bed and used the other to part her folds.
Then I flicked my tongue directly over her clit.
Her entire body jerked.
“Fuck.”
I smiled against her pussy.
That was the most useful piece of information she had given me so far.
I did it again.
Sybil fell back onto her elbows. Her hair spread across the blanket while I settled more comfortably between her legs and took my time learning her.
I licked her slowly until she started moving with me.
Then I slid one finger inside her.
She was wet and tight, her muscles contracting around me immediately.
I added a second.
Her head dropped back.
I curled my fingers forward while my tongue worked her clit, finding the place inside her that made her hips lift sharply off the bed.
“There,” she breathed.
I stayed there, keeping the rhythm she’d given me and letting her breathing and movement guide me.
Her breathing grew louder. Her thighs trembled beside my face. One hand found my hair and clenched there while the other fisted in the blanket.
I sucked her clit into my mouth.
Sybil cried out.
Her pussy clamped around my fingers, and the orgasm rolled through her in hard contractions that pulled another broken moan from her. I kept my mouth on her, softening the pressure as she came down until her fingers finally loosened in my hair.
When I raised my head, her chest was rising and falling hard. She stared at me for several seconds, then crooked one finger. I climbed over her, and she kissed me without hesitation.
I knew she could taste herself on my mouth. The knowledge made my cock throb.
Her hand slid between us and found it through my open jeans.
I groaned into her mouth.
Sybil pushed me back.
The heat in her eyes sharpened as she reached for my jeans.
She shoved my jeans and underwear down my hips.