He licks her Pussy

"Spread your legs," he ordered, standing over her. "Wider. I want to see everything."

She obeyed, her thighs trembling as she opened herself completely to him. "Please, just... don't let John wake up," she whispered.

Jefferson chuckled, a low sound in his throat. "John is out cold, sweetheart. He's not coming to save you. You're mine for tonight."

"I hate that you do this to me," she breathed, though she didn't move to close her legs.

"Do you? Your body seems to disagree," he replied, glancing down at her wetness. "You're already dripping for me, aren't you?"

"I... I can't help it," she admitted, her hips giving a small, involuntary twitch.

"Good. That's exactly how I want you. Desperate and leaking."

He knelt between her legs, the heat from his body warming her inner thighs. He leaned in close, his bald head catching the dim light of the lamp.

"Now, be a good girl and stay still while I taste you," he murmured.

He dove forward, his tongue flicking out to make a long, wet stroke from bottom to top. Nicole gasped, her back arching off the mattress.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet tonight," he groaned against her skin.

"Oh! Mmh!" she whimpered, her fingers clutching the sheets.

Jefferson shifted his weight, burying his face deep into her heat. The sound of his tongue working against her clitoris was a rhythmic, wet *slurp-slurp* that filled the quiet room. He used his fingers to stretch her open, exposing every sensitive nerve to the humid air.

"Do you love this, Nicole? Do you love how I take what I want?" he asked, his voice muffled by her flesh.

"No... No I d-don't" she moaned, her voice shaking.

He sucked her clit hard, creating a vacuum that sent shivers racing up her spine. He moved with a slow, deliberate pace, teasing her, drawing out the tension.

"I'm going to keep you right on the edge," he whispered, pulling back for a second to look her in the eye. "Just to remind you who really owns you."

"Please," she whimpered, her legs shaking uncontrollably. "Just keep going."