She lets out a strangled yelp and I lick my way to the other one, rolling it on my tongue.
‘That... doesn’t sound…fair.’ The groan that follows will soundtrack my showers for eternity.
‘Sure it is,’ I tell her stomach and lick the centre. Why does her skin taste so good? Some girly magic. A body butter or some shit.
‘I—’
Enough talking. I flick my tongue over her clit and she almost takes off. I chuckle against her.
‘Not funny,’she pants.
Oh it is. I lick for real this time, trailing a path from bottom to top that has her throwing her head back in a delicious moan. God she tastes so sweet. Her pussy’s smooth like butter – it’s just asking to be eaten. I go again before turning my attention to her clit. Her hips roll in time with me. I could do this all day. I dip my tongue inside her and her whole body tenses.
She sits up, making me jump. ‘Do you have a condom?’ she asks, breath ragged.
Why’s she rushing this? I put a hand on her stomach and guide her back down. ‘I’m not done yet.’
‘But—’
I come up beside her and slip my hand between us. If she doesn’t want me down there for long that’s fine, I can flex. ‘I said, I’m not,’ I ease two fingers inside her and savour her muscles contracting, ‘done.’
She arches off the bed. I follow every infinitesimal change in her face as I start to move my fingers. Her eyes close, her lips part, her breath quickens. She looks so fucking beautiful. Totally pliant beneath my fingers. She may have liked getting head, but she likes this more. I store that knowledge away. I don’t know why.
When she’s sufficiently loose and no longer stuck in her head: ‘Now,’ I lick her neck, ‘we can get a condom.’
Her delirious expression’s downright indecent as I leave her and lean over to my bedside drawer. When I look back, she’s on all fours. That won’t do at all.
‘Lie on your back,’ I order.
She bats her eyelashes at me over her shoulder. ‘You don’t like this view?’
‘I never said that.’
With the condom on, I knock her thighs so she flops flat on the bed before spinning her over. She lets out a flushed laugh, eyes bright and expectant. She likes a little dominance, huh? I store that away too.
I want to play it cool but I can’t help myself. My hands run appreciatively along the smooth plane of her torso. ‘You’re fucking fit, you know that?’
She bites her bottom lip but says nothing. Her legs are open, and it would be nothing to stick my face back there one last time, but she wants sex. I couldn’t do half the things I wanted to. Maybe I can try again in the morning. It still counts as once, right? Technically it’s one sleepover.
‘Tell me how much you want it,’ I whisper, pausing at her opening.
She’s wriggling, impatient. ‘Just put it in.’
Not a fan of dirty talk? Fascinating. Or is it delayed gratification she doesn’t like? How I want to tease her out, learn what she likes, what she wants to try. Be the one to make it all happen. I push that disturbing thought away.
‘Not until you tell me,’ I press, rubbing myself up and down her clit. ‘I could do this all night.’
‘I want it,’ she says through an in-breath, struggling to stay level.
‘How much?’
‘So much. Bloody hell, Jack, stop teasing and put it in.’
Wow, romance really is dead. ‘Your wish is my command.’
As I line up, her hand touches my arm. ‘Slowly. You’re kind of… big.’
Was that acompliment? FromMinnie Roberts? My chuckle’s hoarse. ‘Got it.’ She can take it. I know she can.
