Settling between her legs, I push the black cotton strip of her panties to the side, exposing her wet slit.
Licking my lips, I feel every bit the big bad wolf.
“Do you like these panties?” I ask when the slip of cotton gets in my way.
“Do I like them?” she repeats.
“Are they—never mind, I’ll buy you new panties.” I tear the fabric just above her clit, removing the obstacle completely.
“Oh my god! You just tore them off.” She pushes up to her elbows.
Her outrage is adorable. It’s intoxicating how easily she expresses herself, how easy she is to read.
“You’re going to forgive me,” I assure her.
“You think so?” She cocks an eyebrow. Always challenging. “When?”
“Right now.”
His tongue lightly flicks over my clit, and I forgive him. When he slides a finger inside of me, I mentally swear to never be mad at him for anything.
He could shred every piece of clothing I have with me, and I will let it slide so long as he never stops doingthatto my body.
“Still mad?” He presses a soft kiss to my inner thigh.
“I will be if you stop,” I assure him.
He chuckles. “Getting greedy?”
“Not getting. Already there.”
He captures my gaze in some sort of hot-man tractor beam and slips a second finger inside me, curling them both at the knuckle and driving me mad. I fall back onto the pillows, stuffing my hands into my hair and pulling.
“Oh, God,” I moan.
“No, just me.” He laughs softly. “Do you want my tongue?”
“Yes!” I dare to shoot him a glare.
He responds with a cocking of his eyebrow that suggests I shouldn’t push him too hard.
“Did you want to rephrase your answer, sweetheart?” He curls his fingers again and thrusts them deeper into me.
I’m going to burst into flames right in this bed if he makes things any hotter.
“Do you want my tongue?” he asks again, sounding like a patient mentor waiting for the correct answer from his pupil.
“Yes, sir.” I nod.
His approving grin is everything.
“Good girl.” It’s the last thing I hear before he lowers his head and the magic that is his tongue unleashes a moan from deep within my soul.
My hips lift from the mattress. My hands fly into his hair.
I’ve lost all control of my body. All I can do is fly right into the blazing rays of the sun.
“Just like that…oh, fuck…oh, God.”
