“Oh.”
It was unexpected and seductive.
And lulled me into a false sense of what was about to happen.
Suddenly, he gripped my thighs, pushing my legs up and open wider as he dragged his tongue through my wetness.
A cry of surprise slipped between my lips as I held his gaze.
His eyes had turned to smoke. “You are fucking soaked. This is what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to come for me, Silver? Are you going to explode around my tongue as I fuck you with it?”
I nodded, frantically. “Please.”
His answer was to push his tongue inside me.
“Oh my God!” I threw my head back at the sensation.
Then suddenly his tongue was gone. “I said look at me.”
My eyes flew back to his.
He scowled. “You keep your eyes on me as I eat you out or I stop.”
Remembering his earlier command, I nodded again.
He covered me with his mouth, his tongue searching until it found my incredibly swollen clit. He drew it between his teeth and tongue and sucked. Sensation ripped through me, and it took everything in me to hold his gaze as I cried out with the building tension.
I saw his satisfaction blaze in his eyes as he sucked harder.
“Ramsay!” My fingers clenched into the duvet beneath me.
He released my clit to push his tongue in me, his grip on my thighs bruising as he toyed with me. This wasn’t how it had been with my boyfriends who had gone down on me because I’d been kind enough to give them a blow job. This wasn’t a half-assed “returning the favor” moment.
Ramsay got off on this.
Got off on me squirming with building desire.
Got off on how wet and aroused I was for him.
His eyes flashed with triumph as his mouth and tongue moved over me.
The orgasm exploded.
Shocked by the intensity of it, I screamed.
Because I knew what that meant now.
Exploded.
Until that moment, I hadn’t.
But right then, it felt like every part of my body was splitting apart from the center, the pleasure zinging through every nerve as I unwittingly broke eye contact, my lower body shuddering against Ramsay’s face, my stomach muscles flexing uncontrollably.
When the aftershocks finally settled (and not fully—my inner muscles still fluttered like they knew they still needed to be satisfied by his cock), I melted into the bed.
