She did not have a great deal of experience with oral sex; she had been on the receiving end only a few times during her college years, and that had been it since then. Her memory was a bit foggy, but she was quite certain that none of her previous lovers had ever made her feel the way Heath was making her feel right now.
She let out a strangled gasp when his tongue burrowed inside of her, pulsing gently as he tasted her from the inside. It was a strange sensation but one that was incredibly pleasurable. She hadn't been aware she'd been writhing against his mouth until she heard a low chuckle erupt from his throat and he took a hold of her hips, keeping them firmly in place before his mouth.
"Stop squirming," he whispered in the darkness, the heat of his breath sending ripples over her flesh as the tiny pearl at the top of her center began tingling intensely with pleasure. He'd been leaving it alone for a little while as he explored her inner walls with his tongue, but it had started to ache from lack of stimulation as she grew more and more aroused and she knew that as soon as he returned his mouth to it, it wouldn't be long. She couldn't lie flat anymore so she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him.
As though he read her mind, he withdrew his tongue from her depths before lapping the flat of it directly up and along the slit of her center, before pulsing his tongue over her pearl as his mouth closed around it, warmth enveloping her as she let out a soft moan. His lips closed around it and as he suckled, he swirled his warm, moist tongue over it, sweeping back and forth, and after only a short moment, Drew felt a hot, tingling heat slowly creep through her core as her climax began to settle over her. It was deliciously slow and lingering, and she felt every single tingle and explosion as they happened. Her head lolled back as her hands first splayed open flat against the bedding and then fisted into them tightly.
"Shhhhhhit," she hissed quietly, punctuating the curse with a moan as her entire body trembled and shuddered. She squeezed her eyes shut and couldn't help from rolling her hips, pressing herself against his mouth as he continued to lick her slowly. Her now-sensitive center jerked and twitched from overstimulation and she tried to pull away, but he grabbed her hips again and slid his tongue back inside her. She whined at the sensation, wanting it to stop and also to go on forever as her chest heaved.
Finally Heath pulled his mouth from her and he moved up the length of her body, his chest sliding against her abdomen as he pulled himself up to her. His lips hovered tantalizingly above her mouth and she stared at them for an instant before she lunged. He caught himself, bracing his weight on his forearms against the violence of her attack on his mouth and hurried to catch up with her as she voraciously took his lips. She could taste herself against his full, fleshy mouth and on his tongue and she was surprised to discover how sweet she tasted. She sucked against his tongue and as he unconsciously rolled his hips into hers, her feminine ego and vanity were stroked when she felt his arousal pressing against her. He'd tasted her, and he'd loved it.
As she continued to feast on his mouth with her own, she reached for his shirt and hiked it up just enough to grab at his belt. He held still, kissing her back almost absently as he was distracted by what she was doing. Deftly she pulled his belt apart and moved her hands to the button of his jeans.
"Drew," he whispered against her lips, feeling her pop the button open and start to tug on his zipper. "You don't have –"
"Shut up," she whispered back. She slid her tongue into his mouth to hush him while at the same time, she finished with his zipper and drew her legs up to hook her toes into his waistband and pull them down a little. Her hand reached for the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs.
"Drew," he said again, a little louder this time. "You –"
This time, she bit him and with a little grunt of pain, he went quiet. She immediately licked the place on his lip where she'd made a little wound, soothing it. Then, she used one hand to pull his waistband away from his body. The other hiked her tank top up to her ribs, exposing her stomach, before sliding down his muscled stomach, rigid with the effort of holding himself up, before moving smoothly inside his underwear and taking him in hand.
She heard him suck in a breath through his nose as her hand encircled him. She let out an involuntary, soft moan as she gauged his size; his girth had to have been at least two inches, and as her hand moved snugly down his length, it felt endlessly long. She slid her fist back to the top, swirling her thumb over his tip and feeling it was moist from her touch already. She realized that they were now just holding their mouths together instead of really kissing, both intent on what she was doing.