"Oh, God," she breathes at that swipe of his tongue, her back arching a little when the electric pulses of pleasure go through her. Her grip in his hair tightens for a moment before it relaxes again and she's breathing a little harder now. No part of her had expected to not enjoy all of it, she'd known right from the start they would both have a good time, but it's so different being in the moment.

His tongue on her clit is so good, so light, and it makes her lift her hips a little, wordlessly begging for more of the same.

"Jason... oh my God," she manages to say. Trying to encourage him. Her brain doesn't feel like it's working, though, like she can't quite form the right words.