He nudges my legs apart and lowers onto his knees, eyes level with my pussy. I can feel his breath against the fabric covering me. His gaze sears into my eyes, and he runs a long, slender pointer finger along my panties, right over my slit. My face heats when he realizes there’s a wet spot on the fabric and makes the most guttural sound I’ve heard, like he wants to eat me.
And I hope he does.
He continues to move his finger up and down that same path softly, teasingly, and if he doesn’t do something to me soon, I am going to scream. The motherfucker knows it, too. His smug face says it all.
“Please,” I whisper.
He pauses his movement, and the smile disappears from his face. “Tell me to stop, Claudia.”
I shake my head. “Do not stop, Finn.”
I see the restraint in him snap. In a swift motion, he hooks his finger into my panties and moves them aside, baring my pussy to him. He stares at it, and for the smallest microsecond, I’m embarrassed, but he shuts that down immediately.
“What a beautiful little pussy you have, sweet Echo,” is all I hear before he slides his tongue along the entire length of my slit.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan lowly, already overstimulated and ready to come. I didn’t expect that mouth on him.
He pulls back and smiles at me. “No fucking yet, sweet girl. First, I need to taste you.”
His thumbs part my lips, and his tongue drags across my entrance, across my clit, and starts all over again. It’s slow and torturous, but it feels so. Fucking. Good.
He continues this until I’m about to come. When he stops, I’m ready to throw a tantrum. “Shh, you’ll get there,” he soothes, speaking against my now pulsing clit. I’m about to break.
I get the chance when he suddenly sucks my clit and slides two fingers into me. He curves his fingers inside of me, hitting a spot that makes me see stars. Literal flashes of light dance across my vision, and I come undone. I can hear how wet I am, and the sound makes it even more lewd. His mouth pops off my clit, and he watches his fingers pound into me with wonder. His eyes close, I hear him moan, and his tongue is back on me. His moan causes another orgasm to crash into me, and I hear him encouraging me.
“That’s it, Claudia. Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.”
Another deep moan comes from him, and it causes me to whimper.
I have no idea what I’m doing that’s so good, but I swear I’ll do it the rest of my life as long as he’s the one praising me.
He slows down his movements until I come down, thighs trembling. I open my eyes and look down at him.
“What?” I ask. He has the goofiest grin on his face.
And then I notice his beard and shirt are soaked. Oh my god. The sheets.
“Did I…” I trail off, both incredulous and embarrassed.
“Yes. And I want you to do it again.”
He stands, holds my feet up with one hand, and slaps my pussy with the other.
I gasp at the pain, but the gasp turns into a moan when he runs his thumb over my clit.
“Do it again, Claudia.”
Slap.
“I want to see you do that again.”
Slap.
I notice the dark spot on his pants. He came in his pants from eating me out.
His fingers slam into me again.
“Show me how a good girl listens.”
