“What do you say?” I ask, running my tongue over her again, enough to make her drip but not enough to make her come.
What Libby does next is not what I am expecting. It’s also the hottest fucking thing a woman has ever done.
Her hand grips the hair on the back of my head and she presses it forward, forcing contact between her lips…and mine.
“Now,” she demands.
I suck once, with enough force to make her cry out. And then I look up at her.
“I think you forgot how to say please…”
When her pouting mouth doesn’t answer me, I smirk, lowering my face to her again. With the tip of my tongue, I find her clit, teasing it for a moment and then stopping abruptly. I wait until her body relaxes and I do it again. Wait. And again.
“Fuck,” she whimpers.
“Not the right word,” I shake my head and tease her again. Never long enough for an orgasm to fully build. Only long enough to drive her crazy.
“Say it,” I tell her.
Libby runs her hand down the back of my head again but I grab her hand, lacing my fingers with hers so she can’t get away. Then I tease her again. And again.
“I can do this all night, baby,” I warn her with a smirk.
Her eyes shoot a silentfuck youin my direction.
I let out a gritty laugh and lean in again. “Fine. Have it your way.”
My tongue presses to her clit, and I pull away. Then I go lower, circling her opening…and pull away. Back and forth, giving a little but never enough.
Then I press the pad of my thumb hard against her, enough to make her hips push into my touch, enough that I can feel her heart racing through my hand.
“Okay,” she lets out. “I need to come, damn you.”
“Magic word?”
“Please.”
“Good girl,” I grin and cover her clit with my mouth. I suck and flick and lap over her harder and faster, sucking hard enough that I am drinking her in. It’s enough to make me come, though I don’t. This needs to be about her. I want it to be all about her.
“Oh my god,” she lets out. “Dax…I’m going to…fuck!”
Libby cries out as the orgasm rips through her body. Her hand, that is still laced with mine, squeezes tight enough to cut off circulation and I can feel her leaving her own body as I suck her into a white oblivion.
When I finally pull away, she goes limp. As I sit on my knees in front of her, she slides off the ladder with a smile. Then she reaches for my belt, unlatching it. “You want more?” I ask.
“I want more,” she nods, unbuttoning my slacks.
“Tell me what you want,” I say huskily. Her fingertips graze my cock and I can feel the precum that’s been building for a while now dampening my pants.
“I want your cock inside me,” she says.
With that, I shove her hands out of the way, wanting–needing– to speed up the process. But just before I liberate my dick from the confinement of my now too tight slacks, my phonebuzzes with a ringtone that I know all too well. It’s enough to make me stop. Enough to kill the mood.
I pull it from my pocket and sure enough, Delilah’s name pops up.
“What is it?” she asks and I can’t tell if she saw the name or not.
“I have to take this,” I say, standing up and zipping my pants back up.
