“Ward..” My voice holds a warning that he ignores. He parts my thighs and I'm forced to grab his shoulders for balance. He uses that as an opportunity to bury his face between my legs and I grip his hair as the first pass of his tongue makes me cry out in shock. He finds my clit in seconds and draws it into his mouth. My body arches, I would fall if not for his iron grip on my thighs. Unconsciously, I've wrapped my legs around his back, and as Ward's tongue, lips and teeth go to work, I feel his muscles ripple against my calves and rock my hips against his face, certain at any moment I'm going to explode with the unmanageable sensations. Ward's hands slide up my thighs so he can grip me around the lower back with one splayed hand, and the other can sneak further up between my thighs. When
