“You’re so delightfully pink here.”
Her words were almost reverent, but I barely registered them. Everything in me followed the rhythm of her fingers, my breaths turning choppy, sweat beading on my brow as each circle grew quicker, the pressure curling deeper. My clit throbbed, needing direct contact, but this was fine. Circles were fantastic. I could work with circles—
“Do not come.”
It was a warning, a threat.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
The words burst free, anger radiating from each one.
I was done playing her game—so done. How dare she tease me into a quivering mess and deny me the one thing I wanted above all else?
“Watch your mouth.”
I bristled, my body pounding like one big heartbeat waiting for release.
“If you don’t know how to eat me out, just say that.”
I wanted to hurt her ego and deliberately bruise it with my words. All I received in return was a chuckle without any true mirth.
“Oh, Ms. Nayak.” Her breaths were warm against my pussy. “You’re going to regret saying that.”
Make me,I thought deliriously.Make me regret it.
The thought was gnawed off by the skillful slide of her tongue. In long, calculated strokes, she lapped along the seam of my lips, the hood of my clit, the sensitive puckered skin of my opening… But never exactly where I needed her.
Oh, this was war—a ruthless battle only someone like Aiven Burns could create. She took perverse enjoyment in my cries, my mewls, my silent hip-thrusts for more. Nothing I did made her move any faster, lick any higher.
Tears slipped into my hair, mingling with the sweat that had long since gathered at my nape.
“Please,” I choked out. She had reduced me to a boneless, spineless thing that had no qualms about begging for pleasure.
“Please what?” she taunted, her fingers coming up to tease my entrance as her tongue hovered just out of reach.
“Please.” I wet my lips, my throat clicking drily. “Please lick my clit.”
My arms were starting to shake with the effort of holding my legs up, but the discomfort was forgotten in a heartbeat when she pulled my hood back and slicked her tongue right over the little nub that ached for attention.
I whimpered, arching into her as she targeted each heavy flick right over the spot that needed her the most. Again and again, she stroked me into a desire-whipped frenzy, forcing me to chase the orgasm she held just out of reach.
When her fingers eased into me, tight around the opening that was already aching for her, there was no holding back the tide. Not any longer.
Nerves sparked to life in my belly and ran along my limbs.
“I’m—please—I’m going to—”
Her fingers curled against the spot that made me see stars.
“You may come, omega.”
The orange glow of the fireplace turned a brilliant sparking white as pleasure crested, shattering everything in its path. Aiven didn’t let up. Instead, she began sucking on my clit, drawing out the orgasm until there was nothing left of me.
Soulless, mindless, I lay in a pool of my own sweat.
My thighs had fallen at some point during my release and they were splayed wide on the sofa, quivering, straining.
Gentle fingers eased tears from my cheeks.
