Tegan nearly screamed in frustration, between the soft whimpers. He felt so good, but he was dragging her slowly through the sea of lust, keelhauling her through. He wouldn't touch anything overly sensitive, and she was either going to die or to combust if he didn't break this tension soon. Her legs spread wider, his tongue slid in, teasing her entrance, but not that patch of skin deep within her. That was where she craved him most, that was where she wanted him. She was tired of shallow clitoral orgasms. She craved the deep, body racking orgasm that only came from a man.<br/><br/>She moaned as his thumb pressed in, bucking against his hand, his breath gusting over her clit. She shuddered beneath him in anticipation, knuckles white, her body straining against is insurmountable strength. She begged without words, moaning piteously for him, grinding down against his hand, back arching in invitation.