If she'd known what he was thinking and feeling, if she'd known how very well he knew her and understood both her fear and love of her power, she'd have been weeping in pure relief for being seen and known and loved for who she was instead of bearing down on his mouth to take everything he was willing to give her.

Reaching back, she grabbed first one of his hands and then the other, pressed them over his head and pinned them with her weight while she rode his face with nearly the same abandon as she'd ridden his cock moments before. Every upward thrust of his tongue had her crying out in sharp, high-pitched pleasure and when he took her clit between her lips, she let out a low, long whine as the first wave of her orgasm took her.

For a few brief moments, she let herself down over him not holding herself away at all, and found herself thinking Mine mine mine as she came.