The piercing he’d wanted her to get had taken two weeks to heal, two weeks where she wasn’t allowed to touch herself except to clean it. He’d known that but failed to mention it until it was done. 

And now, her reward, the first touch down there in a fortnight, his tongue, slowly at first then building, rubbing that little stud back and forth against her hyper-sensitive clitoris. 

He knew she thought he’d allow her to cum, he smiled as his tongue flicked up and down so teasingly. She was wrong.