I watched him with bated breath — watched as he lowered himself between my thighs and kissed my lower abdomen. I felt myself thrum in anticipation, rolling my head back once more as he moved his mouth lower and lower.
And kissed the inside of my thigh.
Tease—
“Oooh my god!” My head shot up.
Dean brought his mouth directly over my clit, swirling his tongue across the nerves while I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my next cry. Meanwhile, he was smiling against me. No, smirking. He was smirking as he did this to me, smirking as I writhed beneath him.
I fisted the pillowcase with my other hand and turned my head to press my face into the pillow, rocking my hips up when he flicked his tongue. He pulled his arms around my thighs, spreading them apart but pinning my hips to the bed to keep me from moving. I groaned and peered down passed my pebbled breasts, biting my lip at the sight of him devouring me.
When he dipped his tongue lower, my eyes rolled back.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Right when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he released one of my thighs, bringing that hand between my legs. He spread me with his fingers and licked me through, brushing the tip of his nose against my clit before slowly dipping his middle fingers into me.
My thigh knocked against the side of his head when my hips jerked at the sudden pleasure. His fingers slid right to his knuckles, and he hummed deeply against me. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I moaned softly as he began working his fingers, stroking them slowly against my inner walls while his tongue lapped up everything else. When holding the pillow wasn’t enough, I skimmed my hand down my body and threaded my fingers through his hair, gripping it gently.
Pleasure raced up my spine and through my nerves like a shot of lightning, making my toes curl before another moan escaped my lips, bringing his darkened gaze to me to witness my undoing. A muscle in his back flexed as he released my other thigh and splayed his free hand on my stomach. I panted as he slid that hand up to cup my breast, and smoothed his thumb across my nipple, and then groaned when he began slowly pumping his fingers in and out with the other.
I had handed all control over to him — to his tongue and loved every moment.
I jerked suddenly again, and he groaned against me, curling his fingers up while my hips arched off the bed. I fisted the pillows once more while he rose with my body, tucking my legs back over his shoulders as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
So close.
“Cum for me, Lily,” he breathed, tickling my skin.
My brows pinched and my lips parted without a sound when it finally hit, attacking in a barrage of uncontrollable quakes as he stroked me through it. His other hand came to my thigh, kneading it with his fingers as he supported my weight. Eventually, I lowered my hips to the bed and he teased his fingers from between my legs.
Through hooded eyes, I watched as he licked his fingers and brought himself down again to lick me clean too. I hummed as he did, bringing my hand to the back of his head as he dragged his tongue over the sensitive area. Still pulsing from the orgasm that ebbed through me.
Dean crawled up between my legs. His eyes roamed over my face. There was a question in them, one I answered without a word.
I brought my hands to the side of his face giving him my answer in a kiss. I didn’t care that I could taste myself on his lips.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” My voice was soft. Tired but content. I found comfort in the weight of him between my legs.
“Which part?” His voice was rough with lingering arousal.
I forced myself to focus on the question before my brain turned to mush again. “You know which part.”
Dean pulled himself up enough so I could just make out his face in the dim light. A smile danced on his lips. “Grapefruit.”
It was safe to say I was intrigued and perplexed. “Grapefruit?”
His smile widened lopsidedly. “I ate a lot of grapefruit when I was eighteen for technique.”
All I could picture was his tongue passing over the pink flesh of the fruit, juices flowing down his chin.
Dean shifted his weight so he was hovering over me again. “Does the thought of me eating fruit turn you on?”
I held up my finger and thumb for an indication as I said coyly, “Just a little.”
His brows rose. “A little?”
