She bites her lip, a gesture I’m starting to associate with nerves and discomfort. “I don’t know.”
The reply is short, and its edges are hard.
My jaw tightens, and I force myself to relax. “Are you telling me no guy has ever gone down on you?”
Tink averts her eyes.
“That’s a fucking travesty.” What kind of asshole denies his woman the joy of oral sex? Clearly, Tink has been dating douchebags, but this isn’t the time to point it out. “Let me be the first. I’ll make you feel so good.”
She lowers her arms and tangles her fingers in my hair, her short nails scraping over my scalp.
Fuck, that feels good.
Pleasure lances down my spine, and this time I’m the one who leans into her touch. I press a kiss to her belly, and then I tilt her hips, using her ass cheeks for leverage.
She continues to stroke my scalp as I duck my head and bury my face between her legs. I lick her right up the center, and when I reach her clit, I circle it with my tongue.
“Sweet Jesus!”
Her cry is music to my ears, so I do it again, striving for the same reaction. Her hips angle forward, giving me better access, and I slip a finger inside of her, pumping in unison with the stroke of my tongue. She pulls my hair with vigor, and I give silent thanks that my tattoo is on my ass, and not my neck.
We go on like that for a while before I add another digit, drawing a quiet mewl from Tink.
“You’re making me so full,” she pants. “It feels incredible.”
“Can you handle another one?”
She shakes her head. “No, this is…just right.”
I mentally file the information. Just in case I need it later.
Oh, who am I kidding? It’s still early. We’re definitely doing this at least one more time before the sun comes up.
Tink’s breath grows shallow. I curl my fingers, hooking them toward her clit as I bear down on her with my tongue, applying internal and external pressure.
Her nails dig into my scalp, and it’s entirely possible I’m going to have a bald spot after this, but who fucking cares?
She’s close. I can feel it. Her inner walls are clenching me tighter than ever.
The tension at the base of my spine intensifies, growing painful without an outlet for release, but I don’t let up.
“I…I think I’m going to come.”
Damn right she is. “Relax, darlin’. Don’t chase it. I’ll get you there.” I stop just short of promising, because while my confidence is high, I can’t actually guarantee an orgasm.
I resume sucking her clit, and when she finally cries out, her hips bucking against my hand, my only regret is that it’s not my name on her lips.
I keep up the pressure, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her body. It’s only when her knees buckle, that I scoop her up and carry her to the bed.
“That was amazing.” She looks up at me from her perch on the edge of the bed, cheeks flushed. “Sorry it took me so long.”
“Don’t you dare apologize for taking what you need.” I stroke her cheek. “I enjoyed every second of that as much as you did.”
Her gaze drops to my shorts, which aren’t doing a lot to mask my raging hard-on.
“Let me take care of you now.” She moves to unlace my shorts, but I grab her wrist.
“You don’t owe me anything in return.”
