Slow and searching, Sloan’s tongue slid in like her fingers had done. She broke the kiss, leaned back, and looked down at Matty.
“Do you think you can manage to eat me out?” Sloan shifted, straddling Matty’s waist. “Hm? Can you do that, if I sit on you?”
“I…” Matty tried again, but nothing came.Why couldn’t she form sentences?
“I want your mouth on me, Matty. Tell me you can do that.”
She couldn’t find words, so she nodded.
Sloan shifted forward, straddling Matty’s waist properly now, knees either side of her hips. She braced one hand on the headboard and the other slid along Matty’s chest in a quiet warning to stay put as she moved up and into position.
Matty’s mouth went dry. Sloan was right there—heat and slick and the faintest trace of soap from their shower, undercut by something darker, unmistakably her. Matty breathed her in, helplessly greedy, and Sloan made a soft, pleased sound above her.
“Go on,” Sloan murmured. “Use that mouth.”
Matty’s handsfound Sloan’s thighs, thumbs spreading her gently as she leaned in. One slow lick, flat and deliberate, tasting her properly. Salt and sweet and warm, and Matty’s whole body tightened with want.
Sloan rocked, just a fraction, and Matty followed, tongue learning her, taking her time the way Sloan had, until Sloan’s breath hitched and her fingers tightened in Matty’s hair.
“That’s good. Tease me…” Sloan said. She looked down, holding Matty’s gaze. “Take control of it. I’m at your mercy.” The words turned Matty on. Matty wanted—no, needed—to please her.
Her mouth closed around Sloan’s swollen clit, and she sucked just enough to cause Sloan’s breath to hitch again and her hips to gently buck. She smiled into it, her tongue swirling so slowly she almost felt cruel.
But then Sloan spoke, murmuring instructions and ratcheting up Matty’s desire even further.
“Yes, like that. Just…like that.”
Matty reminded herself—denial was an art form to someone like Sloan. Delicious. Powerful.
Every swipe of her tongue was intentional. The urge to dive in and take what she wanted had to wait, as her own need to please Sloan took over.
Sloan’s hips began to circle, chasing friction.
She hissed and bucked with every touch.
Matty’s hand slid from Sloan’s thigh to her arse, pulling her closer.
“I want to…” Sloan said.
Matty shook her head. “Not yet.”
Sloan’s wetness ran down Matty’s chin. She licked it away and circled Sloan’s entrance with her tongue.
“Yes…please,” Sloan breathed.
Matty obliged, her tongue teasing the tight little hole, pressing in, easing out, then circling again, taking her time, enjoying her taste.
It didn’t matter how slowly Matty teased, Sloan’s body began to take over. Her muscles tensed. Her thighs clamped, clit grinding down so hard Matty had to fight for air.
Sloan’s fingers tightened in her hair and hauled her closer. There was no space between them, Sloan’s pussy and Matty’s mouth becoming one.One final suck, harder than anything she’d done so far, sent Sloan over. She shuddered. Cried out. Pressed down even harder and rode Matty’s face, ruthless and unashamed.
Chapter fifty
Monday morning brought a new normal back to the house and to Sloan’s life—the office, the routines, and the slow, uneasy business of handing Gloria back pieces of her independence.
She rose early, fixed Gloria’s breakfast tray, and left her to it while she showered and dressed for the office.
The charcoal grey trouser suit felt right. She matched it with the off-white blouse and small pendant she’d been given by her father on her twelfth birthday. She fingered it as she looked in the mirror, blue topaz sparkling as the sun caught it.
