He chuckles, rough and low, before he presses a little harder against her clit, using more pressure and then following it with a slow lick, the flat of his tongue pressed to her. She tastes fucking perfect.

Hopper groans, his eyes slipping closed, wondering how the hell this has all worked out so well after so damn long.

He'll last. For her. Licking again, he tugs her clit between his lip and glances up, looking for her gaze. Yeah, for her, he thinks he could stay here forever.