Not this time. Not with Webb.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs, his breath warm on my skin. “So damn gorgeous.” The possessive look in his eyes makes my heart skip a beat. “I love feeling you respond to me. Feeling how wet you are. How tight.”
I can feel my cheeks warming at his words. Though I’ve never been much of a talker during sex, I find myself saying in a throaty voice that barely sounds like my own, “I love feeling you inside me. And your mouth…”
“My mouth?” That smirk comes back. “What do you like about my mouth?”
While he waits for me to answer, his fingers keep pumping in and out. His thumb rubs at my exposed bud, faster and faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I love it when you kiss me,” I reply. “And the way you use your tongue…”
“Oh?” His eyebrows arch up. “What do you want me to do with my tongue?”
“I—” The words get stuck as embarrassment sweeps through me. I know I shouldn’t be embarrassed to say what I like, not when I’m a full-grown adult, but something stops me. “I?—”
Understanding softens Webb’s expression. “You can tell me,” he says. “Anything, Noelle. You can tell me anything. Don’t be embarrassed to tell me what you like. I want to know so I can make you feel good.”
After a quick inner debate, I whisper, “I like it when you do that stroking thing. With your tongue. It feels really…”
“Like this?” He swipes his tongue between my legs, then looks back up at me.
My breath quickens. “Yes. Like that. And when you use your fingers, too…”
A smile stretches across his handsome face. “Okay. I can do that.”
And a moment later, he does.
Holding me close to his face, he devours me, his mouth and tongue making me feel things I’ve never experienced before. I know I should feel bad, letting Webb do all the work while I just lay back and enjoy it. But through the fog of desire, I can’t bring myself to do anything about it. The sensations overwhelm everything.
“Webb,” I moan when he curls his fingers inside me again. “Oh… God, that feels amazing.”
He tweaks my sensitive bud, then says, “Good. Are you close?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
His hand splays across my ass, holding me firm. “I want to feel you come. On my mouth. My fingers. I want to taste your sweetness.”
Oh. My.
I never knew words could be this sexy.
The flames licking inside me build to a fever pitch.
Webb pulls his fingers almost completely out, then plunges deep again.
His mouth works its magic.
And then, in a supernova of heat and energy, I explode.
All the muscles in my body draw up tight, from my fingers to my toes.
I let out a low, guttural sound I’ve never heard myself make before.
White lights dance across my vision.
I’m not sure how much time passes before I come back to myself again. When I finally open my eyes, I find Webb braced above me, watching me intently. He caresses my cheek, then asks, “Was that good for you, Noelle?”
It’s such a ridiculous question I snort with laughter before I can stop myself. “Good? Are you kidding me?”
