Oliver's POV
I shifted, moving between her legs and spreading her thighs wide. She was soaking, her scent so thick it made my head spin. I couldn't hold back anymore.
I groaned, leaning down and burying my face between her legs. When my tongue flicked against her, she let out a choked scream, her hips bucking off the mattress. I didn't stop. I plunged the tip of my tongue into her, mimicking the motion of a slow, deep fuck.
"Oh... hnggh... Raymond!" she cried out, her voice echoing in the small room. She reached out blindly, her bound hands searching for my hair, wanting to pull me closer, but I intercepted them. I caught her wrists and pinned them firmly above her head against the headboard.
I kept going, my tongue relentless, drinking her in until she was sobbing into the pillows. Her breath came in jagged, messy gasps. "Please... ah, god... please, I want you. I don't want... I don't want foreplay. I want you inside me. Now!"
