Her grin betrayed her growl, her flush deepening as he kissed lower, his tongue flicking against her clit, a teasing swirl that drew a sharp moan from her.
"Fuck—Syn," she gasped, her hips bucking, her hands tangling in his dark hair as he worked her, his mouth alternating between soft licks and firm sucks, building her heat with maddening patience.
He pulled back, grinning as she whined, her dark eyes glaring with mock frustration.
"Tease," she huffed, but her voice softened as he crawled up, his lips finding hers, letting her taste herself in a slow, messy kiss.
Her hands roamed, tugging his boxers down, freeing his cock—hard, throbbing under her touch as she stroked him, her grip firm, playful.
"My turn," she said, pushing him onto his back, straddling his hips as she leaned down, her tongue tracing his shaft, a long, wet lick that made him groan, his hands fisting the sheets.
