Her words unleash a primal instinct inside me, and in a split second, I’m down on my knees.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I press my face into her belly and growl. “Mmm, baby. What’s gotten into you?”
She fists my hair and tugs my head back. “Hopefully you.”
Laughing darkly, I drag my hands down her sides until I find the hem of her dress. She looks so fucking stunning tonight. I’ve seen her wearing less plenty of times, but there’s something about a woman in a form-fitting dress with high heels that gets me going.
With my thumbs beneath the fabric, I tug it up her hips, higher, higher, until her panties are fully revealed. I rub my nose back and forth over them and nip at the satin.
“Off,” I groan, yanking her underwear down her smooth legs.
She steps out and I stuff her panties into the pocket of my slacks. Then I return my attention to her core. At her slit, a narrow, flexible piece of silicone attached to the vibrator inside her rests. Flattening my tongue, I lick up one side of her pussy, then down the other. On a moan, she widens her stance, generously giving me better access. I curl the piece of silicone down so it’s out of my way, and with my thumbs, I spread her open. I plant a kiss on her clit, and when her knees buckle at the sensation, I doit again, this time with more pressure. While I lick and lap at her, Claire bucks.
Pausing, I peer up. It’s hard to make out her exact expression from my vantage point, but her eyes are full of lust.
“Can I turn it back on?”
She nods then drops her head back against the wall.
I switch on the remote and click the Mode button a few times until she says, “Stop. That one.”
As her cunt vibrates against my mouth, I can’t help but hum my approval. I massage her thighs while I work over her swollen clit. Tilting to the side for a different angle, I flick my tongue, eliciting the most beautiful moan from her lips. I suck my finger into my mouth and slip it between her legs, only stopping when I find the puckered hole of her ass. Carefully, I press against it, just enough to complement her pleasure.
“I’m close,” she chokes, one hand still buried in my hair.
Steadying her trembling thigh with one hand, I pop off her pussy, making a wet smacking sound. “You wanna come, Claire?”
“Yes.”
I blow air against her core, making her shiver again. “Then work for it, baby. Beg me.”
“Ash!” she shouts. “Yes. Please.Pleasepleaseplease.Let me fucking come.”
I leave one finger resting at her ass while my lips are an inch away from her cunt. “How badly do you want it?”
She digs her nails into my shoulders and grunts. “So help me God, Greer. If you don’t let me come right now…” She trails off, her head turning from side to side, one hand splayed against the wall.
My ego nearly bursts at the sight and sound of her.
I tease her with one quick swipe of my tongue. “Tell me, Doc. Who does your orgasm belong to?”
When she doesn’t answer right away, I tug on the silicone piece of the vibrator.
“You!” she yells and jerks in protest.
“Say it,” I demand.
“My orgasm belongs to you. Now please make me come. Please,” she begs.
“That’s my dirty girl,” I praise. “Give me your pleasure, baby. Come on my tongue. Now.”
Lowering again, I nip and suck and lick, simultaneously rimming her ass. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, but I ignore the burn, focused solely on making her shatter.
“Mm-hmm,” I urge into her soaked pussy.
With one last thrust against my mouth, she lets go. Her lower half convulses with precious relief. While she screams out her pleasure, I keep the flat of my tongue plastered to her. Seconds go by, her body still quaking, unintelligible noises falling from her lips. Then she’s suddenly clawing at me.
“Too much,” she whines.
