Just like last night with his fingers… he was taking his damn time.
My legs shook.
Strange parts of my feet that I’d never noticed taking any interest when I’d ever had sex before came alive with tingles. My nipples throbbed. I could feel what he was doing in every part of me.
“I’ve never had… a pussy… this fine… in my face before,” he muttered between long, slow licks, still role-playing. “Wanna savor it…”
And he did. While I gradually lost my shit.
Every part of me was warm, thrumming with need. His hands smoothed over my bare ass and squeezed. He gripped my hips and his thumbs drifted over my skin.
He tilted his head and experimented with the angle, tonguing me inside and out, sending ripples of pleasure through me. I squirmed a little, pushing my hips back, wanting him deeper.
His tongue slipped away instead.
Then he drifted it down, flickering over my clit, and I felt myself tighten. Tiny shockwaves burst from my core. I groaned and bit down, trying not to cry out. It was so intense my eyes closed and the world swayed. I almost forgot where I was.
I didn’t quite come, but close.
“Do that again,” I told him. “Please.”
“Open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes. I couldn’t see his face in the mirror. Could he see me?
I could see his shoulders, his hands on my hips. That was all.
I could see my boobs practically falling out of my dress as I bent over the sink. And of course, my face. My breath was fogging up the mirror a bit.
“Look at yourself,” he said gruffly.
I did. I looked into my hazy, dazed eyes, and a littleOhdropped out of my mouth.
That was some serious sex face.
Dane’s tongue lapped over my clit again and I squeezed the edge of the countertop as the pleasure and desire rocked through me. I stumbled a little in my high heels and his hands squeezed my hips, stabilizing me. I knew he wouldn’t let me fall. Somehow, I trusted that.
Even if I didn’t trust anything else.
Including how good this felt.
And how my own body reacted to his touch.
I tried to keep looking at my eyes as he undulated his tongue over my clit again and again, so slowly. So insistently. The little sparks went off all over my body, converging in that wondrous place. Right under his dancing tongue.
“I don’t like you, Dane,” I breathed, looking right into my own eyes. I barely recognized myself. Thepleasure. Maybe I’d never looked at myself like this before.
“I know you don’t, sweetheart,” he murmured raggedly, his lips drifting over my clit. Then his tongue drifted out to do that magical dance again and my whole body convulsed.
My eyes closed. I gripped the counter.
“Oh, Christ. I’m coming…” The words just fell out of my mouth, followed by a strangled cry as my pussy spasmed.
He opened his mouth and enveloped me in his warmth, rolling the flat of his tongue around and around my clit, as the waves of pleasure slammed through me from my core to the top of my skull. “Oh God. Oh, fuck…” I collapsed against the mirror and ground my head against it, writhing.
Dane’s mouth was still on my pussy. He sucked, gently, and sparks ignited again, almost painfully.
Oh my God… that was so fucking good.
