THIRTY-SEVEN

Little Snows of Orgasm

Lolita gasped when his tongue lapped on her. She gripped strands of his hair between her fingers, desperately controlling the urge to scream out his name. She buckled under his mouth, nearly falling over. Hayden held on to her thighs like it was the only thing that existed in that moment.

“Oh,” she moaned, biting her lips. “Oh, god.”

He struck out a tongue, licking up her juices. Her body shook and her grip on him tightened, and so did her thighs. His hands spread to her butt cheeks as he pinned her to his mouth. Lolita’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. No one has ever eaten her out like that; not that she had a lot of romantic partners, but no one had ever completely surrendered to giving her an orgasm like Hayden was aiming to do. Her knees started to weaken.

“I’m so close,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”

Hayden pulled back, his eyes and mouth glistening as he looked up to her. Lolita breathed heavily, her stomach tightening into knots. She didn’t think seei