"Shh," he murmured, a faint smirk curving his lips. He pressed her knees wider, sliding his fingers back into her just to feel the clench of her body around them. She was dripping wet, and when he pulled his fingers from her again, they were slicked all the way to his palm. He worked one of those slick fingers lower, rubbing at that clench of muscle again, feeling the way she tensed and relaxed as he massaged the pad of his fingertip against her.

He bent to bury his face between her legs just as he pressed his finger into her past the first knuckle, his tongue sliding between her click folds and circling her clit.