Devo flashes me a knowing grin then puts his tongue tofurther use. A few more long, slow licks are followed up with more targeted movements. He swirls his tongue around my clit now and I involuntarily jerk—I’m so swollen and sensitive, every circle has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
The more my body twitches, the more aggressive Devo’s grip becomes on my thighs. I love it. I love the feeling of his strong hands holding me down to him, keeping his mouth to me. My moans begin to grow louder, and needier. I roll my hips as much as I can from this position, attempting to ride his mouth. It’s instinct. Whenever he works his way faster in a pattern, I can feel my thigh muscles start to spasm, and they attempt to clench shut. Devo’s hands keep prying my legs back open to allow his head more movement. When he does so, my moans develop into louder vocalizations. I don’t even know what sounds are crossing my lips.
Every few moments, I cast a glance back down towards him; each time, I catch his piercingly pale-eyed stare, hungrily soaking in my reactions. That sight, combined with the physical sensations, is almost too much to bear.
Through it all, I ache for more—for this man to be inside of me. It’s as if he reads my mind. The hand that had been holding my thigh closest to the back of the settee is suddenly gone. And then I feel it. A warm fingertip at my entrance.
“Ah, yess,” I let out, wishing I could inch my pelvis forward.
Devo stops his licking and sucking for a moment and hovers above me. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes, yes,” I squirm. His lips curve into a devilish smile, and he allows his finger to penetrate me deeper. I bite my lip. Everything is a build with this man. Suddenly, I can feel my entrance stretched just a bit wider, and I realize he’s inserted a second finger. I release a shaky breath.
“Please!” I drop my head back, not sure how much teasing I can endure at this stage.
Devo makes an affirmative sound with his throat and then curls his two fingers inside of me to press against that sensitiveridged spot. He swivels the heel of his hand slightly to suck on my clit at the same moment and my hips buck. He takes his other hand off the thigh that’s draped over his shoulder and uses his forearm to brace my hips down against the velvet settee.
“Downn, girl.” He laughs again and then twists his two fingers inside of me, giving my clit another swirl of his tongue. I emit a desperate shriek. But his arm bar works. I open my eyes just in time to see his muscles relax after straining to prevent my hips from rising off the couch.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, please,” I whimper.
“Ok then, Miss Faure,” he says in a husky voice. So many thoughts and questions swirl through my head but none make purchase in my lustful haze. I’m a wet, swollen, desperate mess and I stare into his eyes as if he were the only thing I’ve ever wanted.
“I have a task for you,” he says. I nod, thinking I want whatever’s on the other side of this bargain. “I would like to go back to eating you out?—”
“And you’ll use your fingers?” I plead.
His eyes sparkle at my clear desire. “Yes, I’ll use my fingers.” To demonstrate, he plunges the two already inside of me even deeper and I gasp.
“But if you want me to bring you back to the edge, I want to see if you can do something for me in return,” he continues.
“Yes, yes,” I say, wiggling my toes in anticipation. “Wait, what is it?” I tip my head up to look at him more fully.
“I need you to be silent,” he says. “No sound can escape your lips.” He brings the pointer finger of his free hand up to my lips in the universal shushing sign. I hesitate for a moment before trying to suck the tip of his finger into my mouth. He pulls it away and chuckles again.
“Nuh uh, your mouth isn’t being used right now.” I pout in response.
“I’m sorry if I was, uh, making too much noise,” I say. Whydoes he want me to be quiet? Why am I apologizing? I thought he’d emptied the place for this very reason.
“No, Charlotte, I love how you sound”—he removes his fingers to lap up my cunt again—“and how you taste.” He licks his lips and fingers. I love the warmth of his tongue but I’m missing the penetration. I want him to fill me. To fuck me. “This request is because I want to see if you can do what I say. No noise, okay?”
“Okay,” I say breathlessly. “Yes, I’ll be quiet.”
He shows off a full grin now. “Good girl,” he growls and quickly lowers his head again—he doesn’t see my eyes go wide.Good girl.Good girl? It sounded patronizing, it sounded like the creation of some sort of hierarchy between us. It sounded…it sounded…it sounded delicious. I liked it. Laying before Devo, in this moment, I’m like a delicate piece of chocolate placed too close to the burner. This man has begun to melt me. I am willing and pliable in his hands. I submit to him.
As Devo continues to pleasure me, I keep my mouth closed when I can. And when I can’t, I keep my shuddering inhales and exhales as soundless as possible.
Devo’s added a third finger inside of me, and I can feel myself being filled and stretched further as he begins to use those fingers to thrust into me over and over. This, combined with his talented tongue, has me seeing stars. My muscles start their tremors. One of those tremors sends the thigh that was resting on his shoulder sliding down. Without missing a beat, he uses his free hand to lift my leg back up, hitching it back up on his shoulder and holding it there.
My thighs suddenly clamp shut, squeezing his head to me. He doesn’t slow down. My back arches violently and I desperately want to scream. But instead, the phrasegood girl, good girl,keeps floating through my head. I want to be a good girl. I want to deserve this. I can feel my calf on the verge of cramping, while at the same time, that magical tingling sensation kicks off in my lower abdomen. It’s happening. I turn my head into my upperarm, still hoisted above my head, and bite my skin to stifle any sound that might escape.
I careen over the edge.
My whole body pulses with a rhythm emanating from where Devo had done the lord’s work. He continues his licking and thrusting through it all, but slower, letting me ride it out. Finally, the spasms subside and Devo takes both hands and wraps them around my thighs to pry them away from his head. He comes up for air to look at me—he sports a knowing grin, and his lips shine.
“How was that?” he asks.
