“I . . . I don’t know,” she responds, too shy to ask for it. Well, that’s not what I want to hear, so I’m going to have to force her to beg for it. I know she wants me, and I know she wants this. It’s getting her out of her comfort zone that I need to work on.
“Okay, then I will decide for you. I’ll use the towel.”
I release her neck and reach for the towel just as she says, “No.”
I pause and ask, “No, what?”
“I . . . I don’t want the towel.”
I smirk and then bring my hands up to her breasts where I gently play with them, letting my fingers pinch and tug on her nipples. “Then what do you want?”
She takes a few shallow breaths before she says, “Your . . . your tongue.”
I moan into her ear, letting her know I’m pleased, as I say, “Good choice.”
And then without warning, I spin her around so her ass is against the window now, and I pin her hands up again. “Keep these there and spread your legs wider.”
She does as she’s told, and when I think she’s ready, I press a kiss to the swell of her breast, and then drag my tongue to her nipple where I lap at it a few times. She writhes against my mouth, wanting more, but I take my time. I go at my own pace, and when I’m ready, I move down her stomach, kissing the entire way until I’m kneeling in front of her.
Her breaths are short and jagged now, her stomach completely hollowed out, her pelvis leaning toward me as I kiss her pubic bone and then her hip flexor and then her inner thigh. She groans in anticipation, so I move to the other side, driving her wild with desire, and when she’s had enough, I spread her with two fingers and then bring my tongue to her clit, lapping her up in one long stroke.
“Oh my God,” she nearly screams as her legs tremble in front of me.
“So fucking good,” I say as I dive my tongue against her clit, loving every goddamn second of this. She tastes so good. She feels so good.
So right.
As if this is where I’m supposed to be.
This is what I’m supposed to be doing.
I spread her even wider and use my tongue to flick against her clit.
“Oh . . . oh, Breaker,” she cries as one of her hands falls to my head. Normally, I’d tell her to put her hand back where I put it, but I allow her to touch me because I feel like she needs that connection.
Her fingers sift through my hair and tug on the short strands as I continue to lap at her clit over and over again, loving the way her grip on my hair grows tighter as I bring her closer and closer to the edge.
“Feels . . . feels so good,” she says as her body slides against the window. She must need a better position, so I lift, grip her around the waist, and then slowly lower her to the floor. I press my hands against her inner thighs and spread her even wider, giving me much better access.
I slide my tongue along her slit in a long, slow motion, and she tries to clench her legs together, but I don’t allow it.
“Oh my God,” she whispers as her hand finds my hair again.
With my nose pressed against her mound, I flatten my tongue against her arousal and slide it up and down, watching as her breathing picks up, her mouth falls open, and she tugs on my hair.
“Fuck, Breaker. Jesus, I’m . . . I’m . . .”
I pick up my pace, once again, flicking fast at her clit repeatedly, watching her excitement grow. Her pelvis arches, both of her hands fall to my head where they keep me in place, and she voluntarily spreads her legs as her chest rises and lets out a deep moan.
“Oh God!” she screams as she comes, her pussy drenched. I lap it all up, licking her until she has nothing left to give.
Her hands loosen in my hair, and they fall to her sides as she attempts to catch her breath.
Satisfied, I lift from the floor, and as I stare down at her, my erection painfully in need of some attention, I say, “Get dressed and meet me at my place in ten. I’ll order food, and we can play a game.”
And with that, I head back to my apartment to jack off in the shower.
Holy fuck.
