Her moan was somehow even more delicious this time, and he found himself smirking a little as he pressed deeper inside of her, the rhythm slow and lazy, meant to raise her to the edge, keep her there.

He leaned back in, the hand holding her skirt pressing firmly against her as he captured her clit between his lips, tongue flicking over it, then circling, then sucking, only letting it fall into a rhythm briefly, then backing off from it, then doing it all over again.