He planted soft kisses down her chest, to her belly and when he got to her hips, he stopped for a minute. Widending her legs so he could access her wet opening well.
“You… you didn’t do this that night.” Isla whispered, almost moaning as she felt his breath against her sensitive clit.
“I know.” The tip of his tingue brushed her wetness, extracting another moan from her. “I used my finger that night. I want to use my tongue this night.” He said and he didn’t give roam for her to catch her breath before he buried his face in her spot.
His tongue worked tirelessly to hit every wet corner. “Ahh… Jaxon” Isla moaned a little louder, grabbing his hair and pulling on it softly.
He opened his mouth wide, eating her like it was his favorite candy. Her hips kept rising off the bed as a response to the intense pleasure she was feeling.
All of a sudden, he moved his mouth from her core and moved up to kiss her. Their mouths met again and Isla could taste herself in his mouth.