“Shhhh,” Flint leaned down and trailed kisses along my shoulders as he worked the washcloth across my breasts and down my front.
“I feel ridiculous just standing here,” I complained.
He turned me around so he could rinse the shampoo out of my hair. The warm water felt good as it ran across my body, but that only made the slow-building orgasm more torturous.
Flint’s eyes started at my head and slowly trailed down to my feet and back up to meet my eyes. “Then, do something for me.”
I arched an eyebrow. He led me to the bench in the shower, sitting me down and spreading my legs. He knelt in front of me. “Lalelei, I’m going to eat your pussy. I’m going to feast on this hot, wet sweetness until you scream my name. And while I do that, I want you to play with your nipples. Both of them.”
Shock crossed my face. No one had ever asked me to do that before. And I certainly hadn’t done it on my own. “I… I… can’t.”
Flint’s thumbs stroked the sensitive flesh at my core. I sucked in a breath.
“You can if you want your orgasm, babe,” Flint stopped stroking me, then winked.
That stinker. I rolled my eyes toward the ceiling, but no one was up there to help me.
“Fine,” I sighed. “I’ll try.”
“Do,” Flint corrected. “Notrying.”
Before I could respond to his Yoda impression, he grabbed my knees, spread my legs, and leaned down to lick my lower lips. He circled his tongue around twice, then zeroed in on my clit.
The first orgasm hit me hard. I grabbed his head and held on for dear life. I could feel his chuckling vibrating against my center, and I’d be darned if I didn’t orgasm a second time.
“Holy Mother of Mercy,” I gasped.
Flint leaned back to stare at me with hooded eyes. “No mercy here. And I told you to stroke your nipples, babe. I promise you’ll like it. Do it for me, please.”
Ugh. It was the please that got me. He watched as I cupped my breasts in each hand. His eyes went wide as I circled my thumbs around my nipples in a slow circuit. An electric sensation shot from my nipples right down to where Flint inserted a finger inside me. He went back to giving my sensitive center a tongue lashing. My hands worked faster on my nipples, and I could feel the explosion coming.
All of a sudden, rainbows and unicorns danced in my vision as I came again on Flint’s tongue and cried out his full name, even though I didn’t know what his middle name was. I figured FlintThe God of All OrgasmsMendota was a fine name. I could understand why his mother didn’t name him that in the first place, but perhaps we could legally change it.
When I came back to earth, I opened my eyes to see Flint staring at me with a big grin on his face. “The God of All Orgasms?”
I nodded, grabbed his face, then pulled him in for a fierce kiss. “Now, I think it’s time we talk about this blowing and sucking thing.”
