She whimpers at the look in his eyes when he lifts his head enough to see her, the rumble in his voice when he tells her no. "Fuuuck."

It's becoming clear she's somehow signed up for a marathon, for Cougar to prove himself by seeing how many times he can make her come on his chin, and she's torn between despair and elation.

It takes her a moment to realize he's tap-tapping Morse Code against her clit, and then she can't help the breathless, giddy laugh that bubbles out of her as she squirms against him.

"Hi, baby," she replies, raking her fingers through his hair and feeling her stomach jump when his tongue strokes against her at just the right angle to send sparks shooting up her spine.