He rests his lips on top of her mound and breaths out slow and warm. Her hips twitch upward and he slips his tongue between her lips and flicks his tongue upwards. She locks her fingers into his hair, but does not pull him upward or push him down harder, not yet. His keeps his tongue soft and flat as he licks up again, then brings in down in a harder semi-circle around her clit. She is making the throaty vibrations that precurse a soft moan.
“Oh, hold on,” she says to him, pulling him away from her at one side by his hair. She rubs his lips with the index and middle finger of one hand, teasing him into licking her. With the other hand, she removes her forgotten tampon.
