Then one hand was sliding between her legs, teasing and pleasuring her as his mouth continued to alternate from one breast to the other. She was arching into him as well as she could from her precarious position, wanting more of his tongue, his lips... oh, and his nimble fingers... She sobbed as he relentlessly pleasured her swollen folds for what felt like hours but was likely only a matter of minutes. She was torn between pleasure and agony, feeling that he was holding her at the precipice of orgasm eternally. 