I obey without thinking, pushing up on my hands and knees, canting my hips in offering. The position leaves me open and exposed, vulnerable in a way that makes my cheeks burn and my breath catch.
Eva doesn’t waste any time, positioning herself behind me and spreading my thighs with her hands. Her touch is gentle, almost tender, and I let out a low moan.
“You’re dripping for me, little bird,” she murmurs, tracing a fingertip through the slickness between my thighs.
I groan, burying my face in the pillow, the shame burning as hot as the pleasure.
“That’s it,” she croons. “Let me hear how much you hate this.” And then I feel her tongue against my swollen clit, hot and insistent, and I gasp into the pillow, my body arching of its own accord.
“God, Eva,” I choke out, my voice muffled by the pillow. “That’s?—”
She licks me again, harder this time, her tongue moving in a slow, deliberate stroke from clit to?—
“Eva!”
Her hands tighten on my hips as I pull away, startled. Holding me in place, she presses her mouth between my ass cheeks and licks me rightthere.
Oh, fuck.
I gasp as her tongue twitches against the tight ring of muscle, the sensation sending a zing of pure pleasure straight to my clit. “Oh, my god, what are you?—”
She licks me again, a low sound rising from her throat, and the vibration of it against my flesh makes my knees shake. Her tongue is hot and insistent, and it’s too much, too much. But she doesn’t let up. Her fingers find their way inside my soaked pussy, fucking into me with a delicious rhythm until I’m rocking back against her, chasing the sensation.
“Do you hate this?” she purrs.
“Yes,” I lie, and she rewards me with another flick of her tongue.
“Are you sure?”
My hands fist in the sheets, the sensation almost overwhelming. “God, yes. I hate it so much…”
She chuckles, a dark sound. “You’re spilling down your thighs, little bird. If you hate it so much, why are you soaking wet? Still, if you really don’t want me to do it…”
I bolt upright as I watch her leave the room completely, heading into her adjoining bathroom. My clit is throbbing so hard I feel like I could come without a touch.
I’ve never felt so desperate, so needy, so utterly wrecked.
I hear water splashing, and she reappears a moment later, dabbing her damp face with a hand towel. “Well?” she asks. “If you hate me so much, why are you still here?”
I glare at her. “You know what I really hate? That strap-on you use.”
Her eyes darken, and she lowers the towel, watching me hungrily.
“I hate it when you fuck me with it,” I go on.
“Do you?”
“Oh, yes. I bet I’d hate it even more in my ass.” And with that, I turn over on the bed again, flat on my stomach, my chin resting on my folded arms, and wait with my heart pounding.
She actuallygrowls, a primal, animalistic sound, and then I hear her crossing the room and opening a drawer. A few moments later, she returns, and I can hear the click of the harness fastening into place.
She presses against me from behind, a silicone shaft sliding between my legs, and I push back against her with a moan. The click of a plastic cap—and then her fingers sliding down between my cheeks, lubing me up, opening me gently.
I’ve never done this before. I’ve always wanted to, but the few people I dated in the past weren’t exactly adventurous.
Eva is different. Everything with her is different.
I gasp as her finger enters me, and she pauses, her finger motionless inside me while her other hand strokes my hip, waiting for me to adjust. When the discomfort has faded, I push back, trying to take her deeper. She moves slowly, gently, working me open.
