He stared for exactly one moment.
I'm a dead man, he said to himself.
He lowered his mouth and kissed her. Vee arched off the bed like a current had moved through her spine, her hips rolling upward, chasing him before he'd even properly started. His tongue moved up and down her slit in long, slow strokes and her fingers dug into his hair immediately.
Come on, he thought at himself or rather at his cock. Look at her.
He looked. She had one arm thrown back above her head, lips parted, hips moving in slow rolling waves toward his tongue, completely lost in it. This had started as logistics for her but the moment his hands had touched her it, she was entirely in her body now, chasing nothing but the feeling.
He was the only one with the problem. She gave a long, moanful sigh and bent forward, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him between her legs. Her hair fell forward. Her eyes were dark and heavy-lidded and entirely focused on him.
"Luca…" she whispered. "More."
