Still, she felt she had to be certain.
“Are you sure because—” she started.
But he cut her off before she could through half her sentence.
And he did it with the sexiest thing she had ever heard.
“I’m sure. I want to taste you.”
“Ohhhh, god. Yeah, yeah. Please.”
“I want you to come all over my face.”
“Jesus Isaac. I’m gonna comenow,if you don’t stop talking like that.”
“That’s not really giving me an incentive to stop, to be honest. In fact, I think I want to hear more of those sounds you make when I say something dirty. More of those breathy moans when I tell you things like: spread your pussy for me.”
She knew there was a chance he was just trying to get her going. But at that point, she just didn’t care. He said the words, and she simply couldn’t stop herself obeying them. She just scrambled to do as he’d suggested. She finished pushing off her bottoms and opened her legs, then as he watched, she pushed her fingers through her slick slit. She parted it, so everything was right there for him to see. Her clit, all stiff and swollen. The flushed folds that surrounded it, all coated in evidence of her arousal.
And her slippery hole, just aching to be filled.
God, she was aching to be filled.
She couldn’t even resist slipping a finger in there.
Though he didn’t mind. No, he didn’t mind at all.
“Fuck, look how wet you are already.”
“I’m always wet for you. Always.”
“And your clit...” he said.
But he didn’t wait for her answering moan. He just bent and licked between her fingers, right over the thing he’d just sighed over. And he didn’t do it slowly or teasingly. He did it like he wanted her to really feel it. Like he wanted her to buck and cry out—and dear god, she did. Her hips rocked up before she could stop them, a sound like something dying pushing past her lips.
Though, that was fine. He was ready for that move. In fact, it almost seemed like he’d engineered it, because the moment she lifted off the bed he got hold of her around her waist. He pulled her close to him, so firmly it should have been a shock.
Instead, it had her shaking. Twenty seconds in, and she wasshaking—another twenty, and she’d be there. She knew she would. She could feel it coiling in the pit of her stomach and pulsing in her stiff little clit. Every insistent stroke of his tongue just sent a hot ache through her, until it just couldn’t be denied.
She was going to come. Any second now.
Just a little more,she thought.So close.
And then he pulled away, and she wanted to scream.
She almostdidscream, in fact.
Until he spoke.
“Want to do it on my cock?” he asked.
Then seemed to delight in her losing her fucking mind.
“Oh my god. Oh my god,yes.”
“Turn around then. Like yesterday.”
“Like this? Is this good?”
