Alex didn't rush.
He lingered, his tongue tracing slow, exploratory paths along her cave, tasting her, savoring the way she trembled under each careful stroke.
Her juices coated his lips, sweet and slick, and he hummed against her, the vibration sending another ripple of pleasure through her core.
Sylra's head tipped back, her eyes fluttering shut as she surrendered to the sensation, her earlier frustration forgotten in the wake of this new torment, this exquisite, deliberate build.
"Alex…" she breathed, her voice a shaky whisper, barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
He didn't respond with words, just pressed his tongue flatter, dragging it up her slit with a slow, firm motion that made her hips buck.
Her hands twisted tighter in the sheets, her body a live wire of need, every nerve singing under his touch.