“Yeah, I can see that. I can see how slick and swollen you are. But that doesn’t mean yes. That doesn’t mean you want it. Tell me you want it first. Tell me you want me to ask you for something else. And don’t lie, I’ll know if you do.”
“I want it. You make it easy to want it.”
Because nothing you want is ever awful, she mentally added.
But she didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if saying it out loud would make him change his mind. The only stuff that seemed to be in there was the sexiest words she’d ever heard. “Unbutton your top for me, then. Let me see those beautiful breasts. Let me see those stiff little peaks,” he said, and once she could think straight, once the bloom of pleasure it had produced died down, she raced to do it.
She didn’t get farther than the third button, however.
He pushed the rest up with his hand. He stroked over first one, and then the other, squeezing gently in a way that had her arching into his touch. And he responded by doing exactly what that arch suggested. He gave her more.
He just did it with his mouth.
“You like someone licking you there,” he said, in between the softest kisses over each one. Then when she blurted out that it might make her come, he got such a look in his eyes. Aready to see about thatsort of look.
At which point, she sort of wanted to protest a little.
But you haven’t come yet, she wanted to tell him.
Then she got the slow slide of his tongue around onestiff nipple. And after that, speech was kind of beyond her. Instead, all she could do was cry out, brokenly, body arching into his mouth. And he obliged. He turned that slow, easy lapping into the sweetest kiss. Then just on the end, the sort of long, gentle pull that made her gasp and shudder.
And realize something.
“Oh, it’s happening, it’s happening,” she managed to blurt out—partly from shock that it was. Partly because it was way more intense than she had ever imagined it being, when she’d teased herself there a little, or boyfriends had done one-tenth of what he was.
It ripped through her like wildfire, so fierce she almost found herself fighting against it. Her heels dug into the bed and tried to shove her back; half of her twisted, the other half stayed. And the fuckingsoundthat came out of her.
It was almost a grunt.
She was red-faced in the aftermath, thinking of it.
Then she looked up, and saw him over her. Up on his knees, on the bed, between her legs. His own legs spread, jeans shoved to his knees, that fat cock jutting out obscenely. Because itwasobscene, by that point. Intensely red, almost painfully swollen. And practically drooling onto the sheets.We’re going to have to leave a nice tip for this, she thought mindlessly, deliriously.
Though it had a basis in fact.
And not just because of him.
She could feel how sticky the sheets were beneath her. More of her own come sliding between the cheeks of her ass to join the mess. It made her want to cover hereyes, though if she had she would have missed his reaction when he clocked it himself. His eyes roamed over her spread pussy, and down, down.
Then he just put his hand on himself at the sight of it.
The first time she’d ever seen him do it, in fact. And something she definitely wanted to encourage. She went to touch him. To urge him on with her hands or mouth. But he just shook his head. “No, I don’t think you’re done yet,” he said.
Then suddenly his face was between her legs.
And oh, it felt intense, after one orgasm. But not quite in the same way as when she climaxed with a finger on her clit. This wasn’t an unbearable thing, that she sort of wanted to push away. It was deep, and low, and sweet. It swamped her whole sex, swaddled it in a kind of good ache.
And especially when he rubbed his tongue against her.
Not a lick, not a flicker of contact, not back and forth. He pressed the flat of it right over her swollen little bead, and just worked it. Stayed in contact with it until she could feel herself starting to stiffen. Her toes curled; her muscles tightened. Part of her wanted to really moan—but the sound didn’t come out.
It seemed stuck around the base of her throat.
And it stayed there, even as she started to really feel it. Heavy pulses swelled up from her clit, right the way through her. Almost too much, but not enough to push him away. Nothing could be now, she suspected, as he found her slick hole. Worked a finger in as he worked her, until suddenly that sound broke.
It stuttered out of her as a series of high, tight gasps. On and on and on until she started to wonder if this was just her life now. Just nothing but having this single orgasm, courtesy of his maddening mouth and his slowly fucking-into-her fingers.
Though it didn’t seem to matter if it did or not.
