I Like to Write Erotica

John drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. Amy was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds ---raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he told her to do.

He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one, long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, her legs quaking, and when he finally slowed to look up at her, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.