Pavel immediately threw his forearm across her midsection when she bucked at the first touch of his tongue. She was such an expressive lover, but he didn't want her to throw herself right off the bed, lost in the throes of pleasure. Holding her hips down, he smiled against her netherlips, feeling her leg land on his shoulder, drawing him closer. Using the hand that was holding her down, he shifted so that his thumb found her nubbin, rubbing at as he continued to feast on the fluids flowing across his tongue. Lifting his head, he chuckled deeply when she made a loud sound of protest.<br/><br/>"Patience my love," he teased, pistoning two fingers in and out of her core as she continued to rock her hips against his hand, harder and harder. He scissored his fingers, stroking her walls as he lowered his head once again. Locking his lips over her clit, he alternated between sucking hard, and pressing the bundle of nerves with his tongue. He wanted her release, his motions on her body practically demanding it.