“Please this?” Christina flicked her tongue over the tight little bud.
 
 Taylor squirmed even harder.
 
 “Yes. That.”
 
 Christina smeared her finger with Taylor’s wetness and brought it to her
 
 entrance. She paused there, teasing her while she gave her the smallest flick
 
 with her tongue again. Taylor was so responsive that it stole Christina’s
 
 breath. “Or this?” she rasped.
 
 Taylor couldn’t even answer. She thrashed her head back and forth on
 
 the pillow. Christina figured that Taylor liked the ‘all of the above’ option
 
 best. She slowly entered Taylor’s tight heat, groaning when her walls closed
 
 around her finger. Christina suckled on Taylor’s clit gently, plying it lightly
 
 with the tip of her tongue. She danced away, circling and licking, teasing
 
 gently, thrusting even more gently with her finger until Taylor couldn’t
 
 resist anymore.
 
 She came apart, trembling below Christina. Her climax hit hard, and it
 
 was so damn sexy to watch that Christina felt herself throbbing all over in
 
 response. She knew that if she were to put her hand between her own legs
 
 and touch the right spot just once, she could probably come. She’d never
 
 had such a rush from giving pleasure to someone else, but she felt like she
 
 was near the brink. Her own panties were soaked with her desire. Her
 
 breasts felt heavy, and all her limbs were on fire.
 
 When Taylor stopped trembling, Christina moved between her parted
 
 legs, covering her, and claiming her lips in a hot kiss. She thrust her tongue
 
 into Taylor’s mouth so that Taylor could taste herself. Her hips rose up, her
 
 pelvis hitting and grinding against Christina’s, sending flashing lights
 
 strobing behind her closed eyes.
 
 “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Christina asked, grinning down at Taylor.
 
 “Yes, it was absolute torture,” Taylor ground out.
 
 “Good torture?”
 
 “The best.”