Hyacinthe looked up at her and grinned, his lips already glistening under the light. "That's right," he urged, fingers still rocking into her. "Keep going."

Normally, he'd tell her to use both hands, but he was fond of the one wrapped in his hair right now. He bent back to what he'd been doing before, her taste sliding into his mouth in a way that made him groan, too. He liked the feel of her under his lips, the soft way she'd opened herself to him and gave him access to everything.

He slid his hands under her ass, tilted up her hips, and set to work.