Rhiannon propped herself up on her forearms, her mouth hanging open, her hair falling around her face in messy waves.
"Maeve," she growled, glaring down at me. "What the—"
But I was already leaning back in, sealing my mouth over her clit, sucking gently, just enough to get her attention.
Her head fell back, her thighs clenching around my head as my tongue began to move, swirling around her clit in slow, lazy circles.
I looked up at her, taking in her parted lips, her flushed face, the way her brows furrowed in pleasure.
And then my tongue was flicking over her, quick and light, and she was letting out a choked noise, her hands flying down to grip my hair.
I hummed, the vibration going right to her core, and she let out an actual whimper, her hips rolling up, grinding against my mouth.
I fucking loved it.
I loved seeing her like this. Loved knowing I did this to her.
