“No more questions. You know what I want.”
Yes, she did, but she hadn’t thought he would. Over the last few years, she had forced herself to forget the things that Dieter liked.
She had sort of forgotten that any men really liked that thing.
Dieter ran his tongue around her belly button, licking her, and he lifted her hips as he slipped lower, down the bed.
Flicka grabbed the top of the headboard and hung on for dear life.
He held her above his mouth first, running his tongue around and along her folds, sending shivers up her spine.
The whitewashed wall in front of her dimmed in the evening gloom, and Flicka closed her eyes.
He started slowly, gently, almost tickling except that every glimmer of sensation was pure pleasure. His tongue slipped deeper, warm and wet, sliding inside her delicate skin and pressing inside her body.
Flicka let her head drop back as she clung to the wooden headboard, groaning softly.
His arms settled around her hips, dragging her down, pressing her onto his face as he licked, mouthed, and sucked every spot on her, every mouthful grabbing more of her until he was devouring her from below, crushing her to him so she couldn’t escape his relentless mouth that engulfed her clit and folds.
The tightening inside her twisted hard, breaking with a starburst that sent shockwaves through her body.
Even then, he wouldn’t let go, and he gulped her and wrung every last throb from her body, until her head was hanging between her arms, and her panting breaths sobbed from her mouth.
He slipped farther below her, grabbed her shoulders from behind, and pulled her into his strong arms. She clung to him, still whirling and out of her mind, and he pressed her against his broad, warm chest.
Flicka wrapped her arms around him, holding on, while the world spun around her.
She breathed,“Lieblingwächter.”
