For long minutes they moved like that, her mouth working him with growing hunger, his fingers thrusting in steady rhythm, thumb circling the sensitive bud above. The wet sounds of their pleasure filled the quiet room. Lilith's hips rolled against his hand; Atheline's breath grew ragged.
Then he sat up, strong hands catching her hips. Without withdrawing from her mouth he turned her, lifting and guiding until she straddled his face.
Her startled gasp turned into a broken moan as his tongue replaced his fingers, licking into her with the same focused intensity she gave him.
The sixty-nine locked them together, her mouth sliding wet and eager along his cock, his tongue and lips devouring her from below.
Every time she took him deeper he rewarded her with a harder stroke of his tongue; every time his fingers joined his mouth she hummed around him, the vibration racing straight to his spine.
