Page 144 of To All the Guys I Killed Before

The thought of it has me groaning against her folds and thrusting into the mattress like a fucking teenager.

“I used to picture this,” I tell her between long licks of my tongue. “When I’d listen to you at night.”

I lap along her seam again, this time stopping to suck her clit into my mouth. Her hips jolt in response, and I tear myself away, watching her tilt her pelvis up with a whimper, seeking my mouth.

“Stop,” I say in my commanding voice.

She falls still immediately, scowling like she’s ready to argue as I push her lower body back down onto the towel.

“No pushing off your ankle, no bracing your feet on the bed. I’ll tie your legs down if I have to.”

The way her breath catches, I think she might not hate that idea, but it’s not what I want for tonight.

Instead of diving back in once she’s still, I wait for the mutiny to leave her expression. After a few choppy breaths, it does.

“Okay,” she says raggedly. “I’m good.” Then she lifts her head and grins at me, cheeky as fuck. “What did you picture, exactly?”

I groan and sit back on my heels, hoping I don’t look as impatient for her to lie back down as I feel. She does, but she sticks out her tongue first, practically begging me to suck on it. And I plan to. Later.

Once she’s back on the pillow, I nod my approval and fit myself back between her thighs. The first thing I do is give her clit a flick.

“What was that for?” she yelps.

“For making me stop when all I want is to taste you.”

I circle my tongue over her bud, and she hisses, but she holds still.

“That’s good,” I tell her. “Good girl.” I turn my hand palm up and ease a finger inside of her while I lick her clit again. “This. I pictured this.”

“Yes.” She starts to arch her back but stops herself. “What else?”

I answer by adding a second finger, accompanied by another leisurely lick of her pussy.

“That’s… that’s good,” she croaks, strain evident on her face and in the tautness in those fucking thighs bracketing my ears. I consider busting her for moving again, but tensing her muscles isn’t quite the same thing, and I’m enjoying the mess we’re making too much to stop.

Then again, I’m enjoying pushing her to her breaking point, too, and when my languid licks turn into sharper, faster thrusts of my tongue, it doesn’t take long for her fingers to find their way into my hair.

I jerk away, leaving us both flushed and gasping.

“Baby,” I chide as I lick her wetness off my lips. “You have better control than that.”

“N-not when you do that with your tongue!” she cries.

I shake my head in mock disappointment and wrap my fingers around my dick. They’re coated in her juices, and I slowly pump myself.

“Do you want this cock?”

She slaps her hands back down on the mattress and glares at me. “Fuck you, you know I do.”

Her feral kitten rage makes me laugh. “You’re an awful sub.”

“And?” She glowers. “You’re a situational dom.”

I move up her body, placing a kiss on her hip bone. “Maybe. But you’re loving it.”

She can’t hold on to her angry expression when I lick a diagonal line across her stomach. “I am,” she says shakily.

“Good.” I skate my tongue along the side of her nipple and keep moving until my lips are a breath away from hers. “Now quit straining your shoulder and hold. fucking. still,” I whisper.