Lily’s body trembled with anticipation as Zayn pulled his fingers from her mouth. The taste of her own arousal lingered on her tongue, making her hunger for more.
When she opened her eyes, Lily was surprised to see Zayn kneeling in front of her, between her legs.
“I want to taste you,” Zayn whispered, his hot breath tickling her inner thighs.
The first lick of his tongue made her back arch off the bed. Lily bit her lip hard, shocked by the new waves of pleasure flooding her body. It was unlike anything she had felt before.
Zayn worked his tongue in slow, deliberate circles around her clit. He held her thighs open a little wider, his touch left Lily wanting more. Her breathing grew labored as pleasure built up at her core. Lily widened her legs even more, feeling the stretch in her inner thighs.
