I ease off and pull my tongue free.
She glances down at me. “Oh… oh fuck… I … Don’t stop. Please…”
When I lean back in, she grabs my hair, way too tight, but the pain only makes me more determined. I lock my lips around her clit, and I suck, gently at first.
“Oh, God… Yes…” Her words turn to shuddered gasps.
My cue to suck harder.
She moans, whimpers, and hums.
Time to take her over the edge.
A few flicks of the tongue and then I suck her clit hard.
Her whole body stiffens, then she’s shuddering, bucking.
She cries out, and I let go of her clit.
Her pussy is a sight to behold, all puffy and dripping wet.
For several heartbeats, her heavy breathing reverberates around the room, the only sound other than the erratic beat of my own heart against my chest.
I don’t rush her.
I caress the inside of her thighs.
“God, your mouth.” Her fingers entwine in my hair. “Your tongue is my reward for not touching myself all week.”
All movement ceases.
I lick my lips before wiping her slickness off my chin and gaze up into her eyes.
Those beautiful green eyes rise to meet mine from between her legs. “Every time I thought of Sunday, I’d get so turned on, but in the same breath, confusion would wash over me.”
“Explain.”
“One minute everything was hot and heavy between us, and the next it felt like you had turned on a faucet over my head,” she says. “You were so distant. I figured maybe you had regrets…”
I run a hand over my face. “If it’s any consolation, I haven’t jerked off all week. My need for you was so bad, I wanted to come inside you or not at all.”
“I… I can’t believe you said that.”
I was so entangled in all sorts of conflicting feelings over her. It was a first for me.
“I can’t believe you want me that much,” she says.
“It’s because I want you that much, but I didn’t want to fuck it up.”
She reaches for my hair, tangling her fingers in it. “If anyone is likely to fuck anything up, it’s me. Not you.” A touch of sadness veils her eyes.
I place my hands over hers. “Why would you say that?”
She offers a small smile. “I’m talking nonsense. I’m still high from your masterful tongue.”
Like that time when we argued over A. Monte Cristo, I can’t shake the feeling she’s hiding something. As much as I want to delve further into this, if I don’t fuck her right now, I’m going to die.
“One down. One more to go.”
