the intimacy was too much

He ducked his head, and his whiskers scraped against her inner thighs as he settled between them. His broad shoulders pushed her knees apart, and he worked both hands beneath her hips and lifted, tilting her to the most favorable angle to receive his kiss.

For a moment, the intimacy was too much, too uncertain. But when she heard his deep moan of satisfaction, her hesitancy disappeared.

His tongue glided up the seam of her sex.

Oh. Oh, God.

She gripped the pillows on either side of her hips, sinking her fingers into the tasseled brocade.

The fireworks overhead were nothing to the sensations exploding through her with every pass of his tongue. He parted her with his thumbs, opening her to his explorations.

He centered his attention on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her cleft and worked it with his nimble, flickering tongue.

Penny’s head rolled back, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to his erotic talent and the delicious, mounting pleasure. She twisted her hand in his hair and arched against him, seeking more contact, more joy. Climbing higher and higher, until she was dizzied and wary of looking down.

Tessa Dare
The Wallflower Wager

cunnilingus in Paris

You haven’t really lived until you experience cunnilingus in Paris on a wet April afternoon.