As Josh’s tongue gives my mouth a little preview of its skills, his fingers find my breast and sweep around it in lazy circles. They trace the underside with a whisper-light touch and trail their way over to my other breast. My nipples are stiffening even more than they were, if that’s possible. They’re crying out to be touched. Rolled. Pinched.
But he ignores them. Instead, his hand trails down my stomach, leaving a smattering of goosebumps in its wake. His knuckles brush the very top of my bikini line before diverting north. He’s giving me almost nothing, and it feels amazing. I grab at the satisfying bulk of his bicep and whimper frustratedly into his mouth.
‘Josh. I can’t wait. Please touch me.’
‘You wanna be touched?’ His voice is low and gruff with emotion. ‘I’ll touch you everywhere, sweet girl. I was just enjoying your body for a second.’ He kisses me chastely on the lips before glancing down at my body.
‘Those nipples look pretty needy to me. Shall I start with them?’
‘Yes. Yes, please.’
‘So polite.’ He gets back up on his knees and nudges my legs apart so he can kneel between them, and reaching forward, he presses on one nipple, rolling it lightly under his finger. It’s heaven and hell at the same time. I needsomuch more. He does the same with his other hand, my other nipple, and then he takes his pincer grip and pinches them. Rolls them. Hard.
Oh holy shit. I’m ready to explode there and then. My nervous system zings celebratory messages through my entire body, and between my legs, I’m pulsing madly. I just hope he gets there soon. But I also hope it never ends.
‘Your body is so fucking beautiful,’ he huffs. ‘These nipples are like fucking candy. And I love how responsive you are. I love how easily I can get you off with my fingers.’
I stare at him through a haze of lust, my breath growing jagged as he keeps up the pressure.
‘But I really wanna get you off with my tongue.’ He releases my nipples and scoots further down the bed. His hands go to the inside of my knees and my legs fall open. He stops with his face inches from me and he plain stares, and for some reason that feels so intimate, even though this is one of my body parts he’s seen plenty of recently. ‘So beautiful.’ He blows softly between my legs, and the unexpected chill on my most exposed, needy parts makes my bundle of nerves down there cry out louder.
And then he closes the gap between us and puts his tongue on me.
Hot.
Taut.
Deliberate.
His thumbs rake down my inner thighs.
His tongue tests my entrance.
And he buries his nose in me.
Holy hell.
‘I could die like this. Inhaling you. Tasting you.’ His breath is hot now. ‘You are. Fucking.Intoxicating.’
His words send a wave of desire over me: a wave that grows stronger as he teases me with his tongue. Adding a finger. Then another. And another, so I’m filled up inside as he takes care of the outside.
His fingers move in powerful jabs.
His tongue is on me.
Flicking insistently.
Firmly. So firmly, it’s almost painful.
But not quite. It’s perfect. It’s fucking perfect.
Theintensity of his mouth on me and his fingers in me builds and builds and builds.
He doesn’t let up.
He’s lulling me into a state where all I can focus on is the friction of his tongue and the pressure of his fingers and the dirty little groans he’s making, low in his throat.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
