"Dragonfly." I stop what I'm doing and smile. "That's a good thing. It's a very good thing." I don't wait for a response, but I keep my eyes locked on hers as I slip my finger into her pussy. She bites her lip while trying to stifle a moan. I pull my finger halfway out and then slide it back in again, as she blows out a breath.
I bite my lip, desperate for a taste, but also desperate to hear more of her moans. I slip a second finger into her and push it deeper. She's so damn wet it just glides straight in there. She’s so tight, but as I push it deeper, I feel her walls tighten. Her body arches and her head tips back. "Oh god,” she quietly cries out, and my dick throbs at the sound. Now that is one noise I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing.
I untuck my arm from around her leg and place my large palm on her stomach, holding her down. She's so close to letting go, and I want to taste her first one.
"Baby, do you want me to keep going?" I ask her, hoping she doesn't say no.
"Yes, please. I feel like I'm going to combust," she tells me between breaths.
I don't hesitate; I drop my head and slip my tongue into her pussy, alongside my fingers. Her walls pulse as I lick and suck, slipping my fingers in and out of her. Her breathing becomes heavy, and she struggles to control her body, and she begins to writhe on the bed. She grips my hair, pulling me closer to her.
I tighten my hold on her, trying to keep her in place.
"Oh. Oh god. Max. Wow, please," she cries out, and I almost cum in my pants hearing her cry out my name. I manage to control myself long enough to have her completely lose control beneath me.
One hand fists the duvet, the other pulling at my hair, and she cries out my name again as I suck her pussy lips into my mouth, her cum dripping from them and coating the inside of my mouth
I swallow every drop, continuing to push my fingers and tongue into her, until she’s completely spent. I feel her body drop beneath me and I know she's given me everything she had to give. I suck a little more, making sure I've taken every drop, and then I move up her body, laying on top of her, careful not to drop my entire weight on her.
Tears roll down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes, and I panic. "Dragonfly, please tell me I didn't hurt you?" I ask, worried it was too much.
She shakes her head as she tries to catch her breath. "No, you didn't. That was, erm… I don't know, I can't explain it. But I liked it. I really liked it," she tells me.
I smile, leaning down and kissing her. I want her to taste herself on me. I think she might reject the kiss at first, but she doesn't. Her hands grab at the back of my neck, and she kisses me back.
Chapter Forty
I feel exhausted, but I feel so wired at the same time. I can't believe we just did that; I can't believe that he had his mouth on me, and his tongue inside of me. I came in his mouth, and then he kissed me. My cheeks heat with embarrassment.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, concern filling his voice. He runs the backs of his fingers down my cheek as he waits for me to answer.
"Erm, I'm a little embarrassed," I tell him honestly.
"Why?"
"I don't know, it just feels a little weird." The truth is, I don't know why I'm embarrassed, I just know I am.
He leans down, giving me another kiss, and then climbs off the bed. He pulls his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans as he taps away on the screen. I quickly sit up and cover myself, my eyes scanning the room, looking for my clothes. He looks over at me, furrowing his eyebrows.
He drops the phone onto the dresser and comes back to bed, sitting down in front of me.
"Baby, breathe. I'm asking Prospect to bring us some drinks up to the room, that’s all," he tells me, his hands rubbing up and down my arms.
"I thought, erm... I don't know what I thought. I just panicked," I tell him.What the fuck is wrong with me? "I'm sorry, I'm not normally this needy."
He lets out a small snort. "You're anything but needy. Don't ever think that. And please don't hide yourself from me," he says. His eyes scan over my body, and I suddenly become self-conscious about the marks that cover most of it.
"What's happening right now?" he asks as his eyes flick back and forth between mine.
"The scars, and the bruises, they—"
"Are a part of you. And nothing to be ashamed of, so if that’s where your head just went then fucking shake it off," he says, cutting me off before I even have a chance to form the sentence.
I feel them again, the hundred or so tiny little dragonflies fluttering in my stomach. I lean forward and place a kiss on his lips.
"What was that for?" he asks when I break away from the kiss.
I smile. "For making sure I'm okay, for making me feel comfortable, and for not judging me.”
