Drawn to what he was doing, her eyes wandered back down to Matt’s face between her legs, mesmerized by the way he looked, at what he was doing, despite the fact that the light was muted by the curtain and the water pounded on his back as he knelt in the bed of her shower. Trusting him to own her weight, Cassie slid back against the tiled shower just as her knees wobbled and he propped one shaking leg against his shoulder to hold her apart. Exposed, wet from the new wave of arousal that glistened on her lips, and even more when he pushed her apart so that his mouth could cover even more of her.<br/><br/><br/>She watched until she couldn’t take it anymore, then pushed her back back and her hips forward, moaning with an abandon that was a first for the night. Her hand tightened in his hair, pushing him closer as she felt his tongue thrust into her throbbing depths, her channel contracting once around the teasing organ, before going into a frenzy as her moan turned to hard pants once his lips suckled at her clit. Ravenous for it, she bucked her hips hard and ground her clit against his mouth while the rest her sex tried to smother him with the intensity of her demands.<br/><br/><br/>Only he stopped short, dragging away to tease her with his breath. She stared down at him through the length of her lashes, her plump mouth parted open to whimper down at him as her flushed pussy screamed for more attention than the nuzzle he gave it. Her hips bucked again, then rolled forward as her breath gasped in her throat and his fingernails slid across her sensitized skin to grip the soft globe of her ass. She gasped again when his voice purred out the teasing words, her heart speeding up and her insides throbbing from the jolt of arousal that shot down into her belly. “M-Maybe…” she managed, her voice husky and full of hot air.<br/><br/><br/>Hot air that was released in another fit of lusty moans that rolled from her tongue when his fingers joined what his mouth had started, delving into her sleek channel that was already starting to convulse with pleasure. He could feel it around his fingers, the tightening of her inner walls, the way they squeezed and pushed around his digits, the hot rush of fluid that coated them as her hips worked, innate, wildly, and without a pattern except to ride out the rollercoaster of sensation that he had excited in that little nub that he had exposed with his flicking tongue. And she wanted to ride it, wanted the sensation to last, and didn’t want him to stop.<br/><br/><br/>“Don’t stop,” she panted out loud, pulling at his hair. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded again, her thighs spreading as her weight started to give out and her body thrashed, as if it couldn’t quite decide if it wanted to escape what he was doing to her or bury his entire face in her vagina. Her leg did finally buckle when her orgasm hit, feeling like an explosion as the pressure released in her clit and her body convulsed instead around his fingers, hard, immediate, and rolling forward with the sound of her voice crying out over the sound of the shower. “Don’t stop,” she insisted still, greedy to ride out the pleasure.