Her knees get wobbly at the double assault, icy cold touch against her heated up flesh. It's not nearly enough to get her off immediately, but the sensation still registers, resulting in a shaking moan pressed against his bare chest when Angela leans against him to keep her balance. She's all for his threat of teasing tonight, enjoying the journey there just as more as the arrival, but once he slips his tongue against her, all willingness to hold back dissolves.

"Didn't I tell you? I don't have a gag reflex to begin with." As badly as she tries to tease him, her words fall apart at the end from nimble fingers determined to beat her to the punch. That's fine, though. Two can play at this game and his belt and zipper are quickly out of the way as her hand shoves down his boxers, gripping him tightly and solidly. "And did I tell you I had a dream about you coming down my throat? Because I did."