“What on earth are you doing?” she asked as she reached down and brushed my hair out of my face.
“Exactly what I said I was going to do. I’m helping you practice.” I stroked the back of my knuckle down the gusset of her panties. “And I’m going to have a hell of a time doing it.”
She tried to sit back on her haunches, but I grabbed the back of her thighs and kept her up and over my mouth. I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh and dipped my fingers inside the tight cotton panties, relishing the wetness that slicked her entrance.
“I—I can’t do speed drills like this,” she said with a gasp as I pressed my thumb to her clit. “As appealing as it is, my knees will not allow me to kneel like this for the whole drill. Not with two decks.”
“Then fucking sit, sweetheart.”
“Jude—”
I tugged her underwear to the side, leaned up, and lapped at her waiting pussy.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered as her knees buckled.
“Focus,” I growled into her cunt. “Hit on all three. What’s the count?”
I listened to the flick of the cards as she dealt out another card to each pile, matching each new card with a swipe of my tongue across her pussy. “What street did you grow up on?” I asked when all went silent and I knew she was calculating.
“W-what?”
“What street, Dr. Hawthorne?”
“Why?” she gasped, her thighs tightening around my ears.
“You need to be able to keep the count and carry a conversation or have a drink.”
She sucked in a deep breath. Just when she was about to answer, I slid two fingers inside of her.
“Fuck!” Amelia groaned.
“Answer me.”
“Dearfield Lane,” she croaked as she braced both hands on the mattress.
“What’s the count?”
“Plus one.”
“Player on the right gets up and a new guy comes in. Player on the left goes another round.”
While I devoured her clit, she shuffled the cards, cleared the right, and dealt a new hand.
I circled my fingers inside of her pussy until I felt the rough patch of nerves. The tremors in her thighs began to grow. “Take a seat, little fox,” I teased, sneaking a peek up at her.
She tipped her head back and swore at the ceiling.
“Running count?”
“Unchanged.”
“Play it out.”
Cards shuffled around as she added to the stack. Just when she was about to tell me the new count, I pressed the pad of my finger against her asshole and sucked on her clit. Her knees gave out and she dropped down onto my mouth.
Atta girl.
I tipped my head to the side and said, “Keep going.”
