A monster would not lick her so thoroughly, would not carefully slide his tongue through her folds or find her clitoris and pay it such exquisite attention all while supporting her with broad hands at the base of her spine.

He is not a monster. He is an excellent lover, however, and the pleased sighing moans that vibrate up her throat is a blunt testament to that.

Even with his hands helping brace her, she can't keep still, and she winds up rocking her hips steadily, undulating above him as she curls one hand around his forearm, the fingers of the other slotting through his hair lest he maybe consider doing something as foolish as removing his mouth from her cunt.