Matching the rhythm of his tongue, I sway my hips. He scrapes his teeth over my clit, and I cry out.
He does it again.
My breath catches.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” he asks, swirling his tongue around my clit.
“Yes, sir.” I don’t hesitate with the moniker. I won’t do anything to stop the tsunami from taking over.
Bring on the waves.
The earthquakes.
The flood.
Drown me in pleasure.
My body shudders. He twists his fingers, curls them, bites down on my clit, then licks it.
I’m going to launch.
“Such a sweet girl, come for me, sweetheart. Give over,” he orders softly but with such authority my body has no choice but to obey.
And then I’m screaming.
Intense waves of pleasure rip through me, shaking every muscle, firing every nerve ending.
My body pulses. There’s a good chance my heart is going to beat itself right out of my chest.
Tingles dance over my skin, gently bringing me back down to earth. When I open my eyes, he’s leaning over me, satisfaction graffitied all over his face.
“And here I was thinking you didn’t have the arrogant gene like most men.”
“Not arrogance, this is pride.” He kisses me, making me taste myself.
It’s erotic and hot. I need him again.
“Would it feed your ego to tell you no man has ever made me do that before?”
“Make you come?” His eyes go wide, like I’ve just confessed to the original sin.
“Not with his mouth and fingers, no.” I sigh, sated, content…hungry for more.
“I really think it’s time you give me a list of men you’ve been dealing with. They need to be taken off the planet. It’s bad for society to let them keep roaming around.”
I laugh, because it’s ridiculous, and I think he half means it.
He kisses my collarbone, then my chest.
Moving to the cups of my bra, he tugs them down until he has access to my nipple. His teeth scrape over one then the other.
“Hmm, sensitive.” He winks at me as he moves between my legs again. “You’re beautiful like this.”
“Am I?” It’s not that I’m fishing for compliments, it’s just no one has ever said such things to me.
“Tell me no one’s told you that either.”
“Well, you’ve caught me on a good night. I don’t usually wear makeup and dress so nice. I’m usually covered in finger paint with my hair pulled up into a ponytail. Sometimes I even wear glasses.”
