Oh.
“Wait, really?” I asked, sitting up. My limbs were apparently working again.
She stared deep into my eyes, like she was looking for something.
“Yes. I…you crying turned me on so fucking much.”
Now she was the one ducking her head.
“Are you messing with me right now, or are you serious?” I needed her to absolutely confirm this for me.
I’d never met anyone else who liked this specific thing. Not that I’d been running around and advertising it. But from what I could tell, it wasn’t something as common as say, enjoying spanking.
Mal lifted her head and met my eyes again.
“I’m serious. I have no idea why, but I like it. I love it. I’m sure a therapist would have a good time and make some money working on why, but I don’t believe in shame when it comes to sex. Sometimes, we just like what we like. What about you?”
Wasn’t that the question?
“It happened a few times with my ex, when things got really intense. It kind of scared her, but the opposite was true for me. I…I like the way it feels. I don’t know. I haven’t tried to analyze it. Worried that will open too many cans of worms.”
She nodded in understanding.
Was this really happening? I was here, naked, with one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, and we were talking about getting turned on by tears.
Mal stroked my face again. “Why do we like it.” It wasn’t really a question, but I answered anyway.
“Don’t know, and right now? I don’t care.”
It was her turn.
Reaching forward, I wrapped her ponytail around my wrist. Holy hell, her hair was really doing it for me.
“What do you want, Mal?” I asked. I’d give it to her.
Her smile was slow and seductive. I sat up further and she pressed herself up on her arms to meet me in the middle and kiss me. I liked the way I tasted on her lips.
“Mmmm, I’m thinking I’d like you to use one of these on me and get me off. I’ve been so fucking close this whole night, it’s not going to take much.”
Well that wasn’t fair.
“Hear me out, what if you came up here and rode my face? Or I ate you out? I’m not particular, as long as I get to put my mouth on you.” I had a feeling she’d give incredibly good direction and I was looking forward to it.
Mal’s eyes lit up.
“You really wanna taste me that bad, huh?”
With one hand on my shoulder, she pushed me back into the pillows. I liked it. Push me around, flip me over, do what you want with me.
“Yes,” I said. The only word I could form as she gazed down at me.
“Iguesswe can do that. If you want.”
“Oh, what a chore, I know.” She’d eaten me within an inch of my life, and I thought it was fair to blow her mind with my tongue too. Until my jaw locked up if that was what it took.
“Okay.”
That was the only warning I had before she pretty much dragged me down the bed and then flipped me around so my feet were where my head had been.
