"Yes," I breathe.
"Good girl."
6
Cesar
"Good girl."
The words leave my mouth and I watch them wash over her like a warm wave. Her whole body shudders. Her lips part. Her eyes go glassy with want.
I told her to wait. Told her I'd take my time, do this right, not fuck her against a wall while I'm dripping wet in a towel.
But she's looking at me like I'm the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth. Like she needs me. And she just had a nightmare about a man with a knife, and she's shaking, and she came tome—
I drop to my knees.
Her eyes go wide. I'm kneeling in front of her on the cold bathroom tile, nothing but a towel around my waist, water still dripping down my back. She's pressed against the wall in her little sleep shorts and thin tank top, looking down at me like she can't believe what she's seeing.
"Cesar, what are you—"
"You're stressed." I run my hands up her bare legs, feeling the goosebumps rise under my palms. "You're scared. You need to get out of your head."
"I thought you said—"
"I said I wasn't going to fuck you against a wall." I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. "I didn't say anything about this."
I pull them down slowly, dragging her underwear with them—a tiny scrap of lace that's already soaked through. She gasps as the cool air hits her, tries to press her thighs together, but I'm already there, my shoulders wedging them apart.
She's bare for me, pink and glistening, and she smells like want. Like need. Like something I've been starving for my whole life.
"Look at you."
"Don't," She tries to cover herself with her hands. "Don't stare."
I catch her wrists. Pin them to the wall at her sides.
"I'll stare as long as I want." I lean in, let my breath ghost over her. She whimpers. "I've been thinking about this pussy for days,mija. Wondering how you'd taste. Wondering what sounds you'd make when I got my mouth on you."
"Oh God," she whimpers, her cheeks burning pink.
"I'm going to find out now." I look up at her, holding her gaze. "And you're going to let me. Aren't you?"
She nods frantically. "Yes. Yes, please."
"Good girl."
I lick her.
One long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, and she nearly buckles. I tighten my grip on her wrists, holding her in place, and do it again. And again. Tasting her, learning her, savoring the way she shakes.
She's so wet. Dripping down my chin, coating my lips, and I've barely started. I groan against her and the vibration makes her cry out.
"Cesar!"
"That's it." I circle her clit with my tongue, soft and teasing, then pull back. "Say my name. Let me hear you."
"Please don't stop." She's writhing against the wall, trying to chase my mouth.
