My smart mouth girl. Fuck.
She’s biting her lip as she lays on the bed. I make quick work of the leggings and then it’s just her and a pair of light pink panties.
I place a kiss to her center, the fabric still between us. Cora lifts her hips when I pull away. My lips move to the inside of her thigh and I kiss, slowly, to the apex—where fabric meets skin. Lightly, I lick along this skin. She lets out a tiny moan.
Fuck, I want to taste her. Right now. Send this to overdrive.
Instead, I pull at all my self-control and switch sides, lightly blowing on her as I cross to the other thigh. I start at the fabric this time, stroking the sensitive skin with my tongue, back and forth before my lips move to her inner thigh.
This time when I pull away, she whines, “Laaannneee.” I could listen to her say my name like that forever and die a happy man. I’d have accomplished nothing, but fuck, I think it’d be worth it.
Giving her what she wants, my fingers slide inside her panties, the fabric soft to the touch, and I pull them down and off. Tossing them to the side, I come back and find her legs are pressed together—she could be damn near crossing her ankles. My hands start at her shins and push up, my thumbs on the inside of her legs, her skin smooth beneath my fingers.
When I reach her knees, I glance up and see she’s mashing her lips together. It makes her seem needy and desperate under my hands, and it makes my dick twitch.
“Cora,” Her name is soft on my lips. “Open up for me,” I coax, and see a faint tug at the corner of her lip when she splits them an inch.
Teasing me. Pushing my buttons, even now. And you know what? I’m fucking loving it.
“More.” The command comes from my chest and is rough around the edges.
She listens and spreads her legs wide—perfectly on display.
Now, I know she expects me to keep teasing her. But the push and pull has me wanting to be selfish. Take what I want.
Hovering over her, I lick a slow stroke from her entrance up to her clit. She shudders beneath me with the first press of my tongue and moans. I go back to her entrance, lapping at her wetness, and her hands find my hair, locks twisting around her fingers.
“Fuck. I’ve been dreaming of this. Tasting you again,” I moan as her hands pull at my hair.
Cora’s hips shift and tilt—she wants me to keep going. I take a finger, replacing my tongue, and push in slowly. In. Out. I add another finger and feel her stretching around me. The whine that comes from her has my lips on her clit. I lightly kiss, giving her a tiny bit of pressure. And her hips push into my lips, like she’s trying to fuck my face.
A fucking dream.
I keep stretching her with my fingers and use my tongue to circle around her sensitive spot. Her abs start to flex and I know she’s close. Cora’s hips keep moving, searching for the right angle as my tongue keeps working her.
Pulling away and looking down to my fingers, she asks for me. “Lane.”
“What do you want, baby?” I know what it is but it’s much better when she says it.
She pants, “What you were doing. Before.”
“Say it.”
“Use your tongue. On my clit.” Her voice is quiet, like she’s unsure of claiming those words as her own, and a mental to-do list starts to form of all the things I want her to say.
I give her exactly what she wants. I speed up the pace of my fingers and my mouth and let her move with me. It’s only a few moments later when her hands are holding my head, my mouth exactly where she wants it.
“Right. There,” she demands.
I do exactly what I was doing and it’s only a few seconds before her shoulders are lifting from the bed.
“Just like that, Peaches. Come on these fingers,” I practically beg her.
The sound that breaks from Cora’s chest is like a yell that she muffles by keeping her lips shut—her hands busy pulling at my hair. She coats my fingers and the blood rushes to my cock.
My fingers and mouth keep moving until she releases my head and rolls away from me. Her chest quickly rises and falls as I move up the bed and kiss her. She moans into it before pulling away.
“My turn.”
