Peter watched her face from under his eyelashes, tongue running through her folds, curling around her clit, flicking, wanting to keep her making hose sounds. He loved her fingers in his hair, tugged against them a little to make her tighten more.

His hands slid back to her thighs, parting them more, tilting her hips forward. His fingers slid back into her, slicking again, then his tongue replaced them, pressing into her. It wasn't the right angle to go exceptionally deep, but enough that he was still fucking her with his tongue, moaning against her.