Sam's breath was warm against Selena's skin as he slowly slid his middle finger into the slick heat of her arousal. Her breath hitched, body tensing for a moment before melting into the rhythm of his hand. The room felt impossibly still except for the soft, wet sound of his fingers moving inside her and the jagged edge of her breath catching in her throat.
He knelt behind her, large hands spreading across the curve of her ass, thumbs gently pressing into the softness before his mouth lowered between her thighs. He didn't rush.
Selena gasped. The sharp, sudden touch of his tongue sent a jolt through her spine. She gripped the edge of the dresser, knuckles whitening, her body caught between resisting the rising pressure and surrendering fully to it. Sam licked where his finger had just been — slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to taste her, explore her, savor her reactions.
