Ava swallowed every drop before pulling back, her lips glossy and swollen, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. Mollie reached down and pulled Ava to her feet, guiding her to the bed. Her body was throbbing, still high from the pleasure of Ava’s lips, but she wasn’t done with her yet.
Mollie positioned herself between Ava’s thighs, her tongue finding the soft, sensitive flesh of Ava’s clit. The taste of her, the way she trembled beneath Mollie’s touch, was intoxicating. Mollie licked and sucked, teasing the swollen nub until Ava was writhing beneath her, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.
Then, Mollie slipped two fingers inside Ava, feeling her tighten around them. “So fuckin’ wet for me,” Mollie murmured against her skin, her voice husky. Each thrust of her fingers was met with a desperate whimper from Ava, her hips bucking against Mollie’s hand.
But Mollie wanted more. She wanted to push Ava to the edge and watch her shatter. Removing her fingers just as Ava was about to peak, Mollie moved her hands to Ava’s breasts, teasing the sensitive nipples. “Mollie, please—” Ava begged, her voice trembling with need.
Mollie didn’t make her wait. She dove back in, her tongue swirling around Ava’s clit as she pinched her nipples between her fingers. The sensation was too much—Ava came with a scream, her body convulsing as a hot rush of fluid gushed against Mollie’s mouth. Mollie kept licking, kept stroking and sucking until Ava was trembling beneath her, her release pulsing out of her in wave after wave of pleasure.