Oh my.
He begins a slow and sensual assault, his tongue swirling around and around while his fingers move inside me. Because I can't close my legs, or move, it's intense, really intense.
My back arches as I try to absorb the sensations.
"Oh, Christian," I cry.
"I know, baby," he whispers, and to ease up on me, he blows softly on the most sensitive part of my body.
"Arrgh! Please!" I beg.
"Say my name," he commands.
"Christian," I call, hardly recognizing my own voice - it's so high-pitched and needy.