con't with @harperhydra (x)
Chris may have been drunk but he wasn't sloppy. It took about a minute tops before she was wet against his mouth and he dived in without a second thought. No coherent thoughts anyway. He just wanted to ravish Helena because what better combination for him tonight than beer and pussy? None whatsoever. The position he took up wasn't at all comfortable: on spread knees with her lower body half off the couch and his broad shoulders providing support as he partially hiked her legs up onto them.
He couldn't finger her because of the angle, but he could part her lower lips to allow his tongue to delve deeper. Gentle sucking alternating to stroking licks was enough to earn a string of profanity and he smiled against her. She bucked freely into his mouth, heels digging into his upper back, and he audibly swallowed from the accumulation of her wetness. His index brushed over her clit that was swollen from arousal and he took a moment to suck it before picking up on full strokes again with a flattened tongue.
Briefly, Chris teased between silky folds then pushed his tongue into her as far as he was able with his hands guiding her hips into a rocking movement. He hummed from deep in his throat—a sound of approval at her taste that had consumed his entire palate. The need to swallow was more frequent now but it didn't deter him from his task. Chris was going to make her legs shake, make her remember this night. There was determination behind his inebriated state to be the best mouth and tongue she ever had.
