“So beautiful,” he whispers.
“You think my vagina is beautiful?”
“Oh, yes…very. So pink. You’re already a little wet for me.”
A little? I think I might be a whole lot wet.
Then finally, he leans in, his wide shoulders opening me up even more. He blows on my flesh, and I break out in gooseflesh all over my body.
I’m about to start throwing commands at him when he closes his mouth over my clit. He suckles on me. Suckles! I’ve only ever had licks. It was nice, don’t get me wrong, but this is something else.
My back bows, and I groan. I’m already close. So close.
Grim groans too, like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. His whole body rumbles. I feel it between my legs as he suckles me some more.
He does it again, this time flattening his tongue and applying more pressure. He’s laving me now. I still can’t use the term lick because it’s so much more than that. My hips jerk involuntarily, and his hands tighten on my thighs, holding me in place.
“Stay still,” he commands. “No moving. No squirming. No thrusting.”
Then his mouth is on me in earnest. He explores me with his tongue, licking and sucking and discovering what makes me moan. He’s thorough, methodical, even. Taking his time to learn every inch of my sex with only his mouth.
When his tongue circles my clit, I cry out. The sensation is overwhelming.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Let me hear you.”
He does it again, slower this time. Then faster. Alternating the pressure and speed until I don’t know which way is up.
One of his hands leaves my thigh. I feel his finger at my entrance, teasing. Circling. Building the anticipation until I’m practically begging.
Then he pushes inside, just one finger, and I arch off the bed. Even his fingers are big.
“So tight,” he groans against me. “So fucking perfect.”
He works that finger in and out slowly while sucking my clit, which is throbbing.
His finger slides deeper, then retreats. He establishes a rhythm that has me panting. Then he adds a second finger, stretching me. The slight burn only adds to the pleasure.
He curls his fingers inside me, searching. Stroking different spots, learning my body. Then he finds it.
I groan so hard my throat hurts. I cry out as he hits that spot.The spot.I swear I see double. I grip the comforter with both hands.
“There it is,” he says, satisfaction in his voice. “Found one.”
I didn’t know I had one. Let alone more.
He strokes that spot over and over, applying steady pressure while his tongue and mouth work my clit, sucking and licking in a rhythm that drives me wild.
My mouth is wide open and slack, but I can’t close it. My eyes are wide too. I’m gasping for air.
The pressure builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. My hands fist in the sheets. My thighs tremble despite his firm grip holding me open.
I want to tell him that I’m about to come, but I can’t speak. I can only pant and cry out and pant some more.
He adds a third finger, and I make this keening noise.
The pressure is intense, bordering on too much. He pinches my clit, and I cry out in shock. Then he curls all three fingers, hitting that spot inside me while sucking hard on my clit, and I shatter.
I feel it everywhere and all at once. A rush of pleasure. There is no preamble. No warning. I normally get a feeling, and then it happens. Not this time. It’s just there, loud and proud, and so am I.
