I lick and nip at her inner thigh, first one, then the other, ghosting my breath over her pussy in between. She’s wet already, and her hips quiver as I get closer to where she wants me. I sling her legs over my shoulders, then return to sucking a bruising mark into the crease of her thigh, and it’s at that point that she loses it.
“Godsdamnit, Ro.” Lor growls the words, her voice husky with desire.
I flick my eyes up to hers, then slowly raise my head just enough that she can see me bite my lip ring, then lick my lips. Her eyes lock onto my mouth and I drop my gaze back to the prize in front of me.
I let out a slow breath, knowing she can feel it, and her hips buck up toward me. That must have been the last straw, because next thing I know, both of her hands are fisted in my hair again and she’s pulling me down into her. Lor raises her hips to meet my face halfway as she buries me in her pussy, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I groan at the first true taste of her, and my eyes roll back, the salty musk assaulting my tongue as I dive in. I spread her open with my fingers, spear her with my tongue, then lap up every inch of her I can reach. Lor cants her hips and pulls me in tighter, a crack of desperation breaking from her throat. I suck on her folds, fuck her with my tongue, then close my mouth around her clit.
Lor’s breath hitches and her hands spasm in my hair. I hold in my grin as I back off, lessening the intensity—much to her dismay.
“What the fuck,” Lor pants between each word.
She wrenches her hand in my hair, attempting to move me faster, harder, back where she wants, and I grin as I leisurely lick a stripe from her opening to her clit, then circle it with what I know is not enough pressure to get her off.
“Asshole,” Lor says, her head thumping back onto the pillow as she gives in.
“Demon,” I correct again, and she huffs what might be a laugh. I hope so; I think I’m funny, and I’d love it if she thought so too. Maybe not while I’m pleasuring her, though. I frown at the thought and refocus on my goal: To drive Lor wild with want.
I continue to circle and lick, suck and kiss, nip and explore and eat my goddamn heart out. Lor responds beautifully once she lets go. Her shudders and whimpers drive me on as desire and satisfaction blaze through me. I bring her closer and closer to the edge, but I refuse to push her over yet.
Realizing I haven’t explored inside her enough, I swipe two fingers through her wetness and then slowly press them into her. Lor tips her chin up and sucks in a deep breath as I rub against her front walls. She’s so swollen, hard and straining on the inside, ready to explode.
I rub back and forth, lightly at first, then slowly increasing the pressure. Lor’s chest heaves and one of her hands leaves my head to clench on her breast.
My movements falter, my eyes pinned to that hand as my jaw goes slack for a moment. Her fingers pinching her nipple between them as she crushes the soft mound with her palm makes my dick weep in my pants. My hips grind against the bed, seeking relief, and I suck in a breath as need swamps me.
I swallow hard, then yank my attention back to her pussy. My fingers curl and work in a steady rhythm, building her up one final time. Her inner muscles clench and release, her hips attempt to buck into me, but I hold her steady.
When I latch onto her clit, sucking and running the flat of my tongue over the sensitive nerves, she stops breathing. Her entire body tenses, arching on the bed as a low, whimpered gasp escapes her lips.
She convulses around my fingers, wave after wave of muscles tensing and releasing as her clit throbs against my tongue. I groan as I hold back my own pleasure, stilling my hips where they were bucking against the bed.
And then Lor’s body shakes and she crashes back to the mattress. I slowly lighten the pressure of my fingers and mouth,allowing her to finally take the lead and ride out the rest of her orgasm, using me as she sees fit.
She’s a goddess, a being not of this world. Her skin is nearly luminescent, lined with a thin sheen of sweat as her muscles tremble with aftershocks. I lick up the sides of her pussy, kissing her outer lips and tasting her pleasure.
Lor shudders again, then pushes against my forehead, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to be done tasting her.
“Ro, no,” Lor says in protest. Her voice crackles, broken and hoarse. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I pull back and pout, sticking out my lower lip.
“One more?” I ask, widening my eyes and giving her my best impression of hopeful pleading.
“No, no more!” Lor says, swatting at my forehead with a delirious laugh, and my heart stalls.
She’slaughing.
Screw the sexy voice,thisis the best thing I’ve ever heard.
14
PRETENDING TO BE UNIMPRESSED
February 1, 1990: I think it’s happening. Mother said it would be so. That star-chasers always go mad, in the end. I feel it, my mind slipping away. There are times I don’t know where I am, who I am, what I’m doing. Times when the only thought in my head is to get to them, free them, rescue them. I fear I’m losing touch with reality, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
Lor
It takes far too long for me to catch my breath. That orgasm was like nothing I’ve experienced before. I thought I passed out for a moment, but the blackness cleared quickly, and now I’m left with quivering legs and a tremor in my pussy that won’t stop. I’ve had some good hookups before, but nothing has come close to whateverthatwas.
