eat me out before you fuck me?

She's already pulled her underwear to the side before you've even touched her, fingers gripping the sheets, hips tilted up like a question she already knows the answer to.

You take your time. Flat tongue, slow drag, watching her stomach tighten with every pass. She tastes sharp and warm and she keeps trying to pull you closer, but you hold her thighs open and make her wait for it.

By the time you finally move up her body, she's shaking. She reaches down, lines you up herself. No more asking.