James uses his mouth

The first slow lick from my opening to my clit tore a ragged moan from my throat. James hummed against me, tongue circling just tightly enough to make my legs shake. His fingers spread me wider—"Fuck, look at you," he rasped—before dragging his lips upward to suck gently on my swollen clit. The careful rhythm obliterated thought; each pull of his mouth drew another pulse of wetness that he lapped up with deliberate, filthy noises. His thumb pressed against my entrance, not entering—just teasing the rim while his tongue flicked faster.

I twisted against his forearm’s restraint, but his grip only tightened. "Stay still," he ordered against my skin, breath searing. His teeth grazed my clit lightly—too lightly—before sealing his lips around it again with relentless suction. The pressure built in sharp increments, his thumb now circling my entrance while his other hand squeezed my ass hard.

A **** whimper escaped me, but James ignored it, focusing instead on the way my hips jerked helplessly against his mouth. "That’s it," he murmured when my thighs trembled—a dark approval that shouldn’t have tightened my stomach the way it did. His fingers dug into my flesh possessively as he dragged his tongue lower, flattening it against my entrance before plunging inside with rough precision.

The sudden intrusion tore a ragged gasp from me. My fingers twisted in the duvet as he curled his tongue—twisting, probing—while his thumb found my clit again, circling it in tight, punishing strokes. The dual **** left me writhing, my choked moans lost in the humid air between us. James withdrew his tongue with a wet pop, only to replace it with two fingers—thick and unrelenting—as his mouth latched onto my clit once more.

Words spilled from my lips without thought, each syllable dripping with desperation. "Yes—yes, just like that," I gasped, my head thrashing against the mattress as his fingers crooked inside me. "Fuck, your tongue—" The thought splintered into a high whine when he sucked harder, his free hand pinning my hip down with bruising ****. My thighs trembled violently, slick against his stubbled cheeks, and still he drove me higher—each flick of his tongue sending jolts of white-hot pleasure through my core.

James pulled back just as my muscles began to clench, his lips glistening in the lamplight. "Not yet," he growled, pressing his thumb against my clit with just enough pressure to make me gasp again. His fingers withdrew slowly, dragging against my inner walls before smearing the wetness across my lower belly with deliberate obscenity. The cool air against my exposed flesh made me shiver—or maybe it was the way his darkened eyes tracked every twitch of my oversensitive body.

His tongue traced the crease of my thigh again, achingly slow, pausing to nip at the delicate skin there. I whimpered, twisting against his grip when he bypassed my slick heat entirely to suck high on my hipbone. "James—" His name fractured into a moan as his teeth scraped the same spot, the sharp sting blending with the throbbing need between my legs. He chuckled darkly, exhaling hot over my wetness before dragging his tongue upward in one long, torturous lick that stopped just shy of where I burned for him.

"Tell me," he murmured against my inner thigh, his stubble rasping over sensitized skin. His thumb brushed my entrance—light, maddening—as his lips hovered millimeters from my clit. "Tell me how bad you want it." The words vibrated through me, his breath huffing against my folds in taunting puffs. My hips jerked involuntarily, a strangled sound tearing from my throat when he pulled back just as my clit grazed his bottom lip. "Use your words, sweetheart."