He didn't hesitate and he most certainly didn't pull away enough to verbally acquiesce. Nor did he bother with only a single finger; two found their way deep into her snug channel, the rest of his fist pressing hard against the sensitive flesh around it.

They rotated inside her, finding that patch of slight-rougher wall and pushed against it while his tongue and lips stroked the sweet bud further up.

He was hard enough to ache and groaned into damp skin.