Page 86 of Bound in Ashes

“I’m yours,” I said.

He moved again, pumping his fingers fast, circling my clit with devastating precision.

When he pulled his fingers out, I nearly sobbed.

Then he lifted me, laying me back on the bed, pushing my thighs apart.

“Now,” he said, settling between my legs, “I’m going to make you come. Slowly. And you’re going to look at me the whole time. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Words, Asia.”

“I understand.”

His tongue flicked out, tasting my pussy.

I gasped.

“Eyes on me,” he warned.

I forced myself to watch as he licked me.

Long, slow strokes from my clit to my ass and back again.

He let the pressure build, and build without giving me release.

I bucked my hips, reaching for him.

He pinned me down with his forearm.

“No rushing. We have all night.”

Torture.

This was actual torture.

He took his time. Explored every inch of me with his lips, his teeth.

Pushed his tongue inside, catching my juices before they could spill.

Brought me to the edge again and again, then backed off.

“Jack, please⁠—”

“What do you need?”

“More. Harder. Please.”

“Not yet.”

Another long, slow lick.

I whimpered.

“You know what I love about this?” he murmured against me. “You can’t hide. Can’t pretend you don’t need this. Don’t need me.”

His tongue circled my clit. Barely touching.