C49 Spontaneous combustion

“Nina,” he dragged the word down her body, finding her womanhood and lashing it with his tongue.

She cried out at the experience that was both familiar and not. His hands caught her legs, spreading them, holding them pinned to the bed, as his mouth pushed against her most sensitive flesh. He had always been able to drive her wild. A look had been enough. But this?

She reached above her head