Eliott wasted no more time. He dove in and finally dragged his tongue through her, groaning in sheer ecstasy — everything about her was better, so much better than anything he'd imagined.
He gave her no time to think; he wanted to drown her in sensation, and so he devoured her. He nibbled, sucked, slid his tongue inside, driving her wild until she was mindless with it.
He needed to be inside her as soon as he could — but she was so tight that he wanted to stretch her open first, so he eased one finger in, then two, then three, one after another. He was already far too large, and it was her first time; the thought of hurting her frightened him.
