Page 117 of Made Better Together

She blinks, then remembers. “Yes, sir.”

Wanting her completely bare to me, I quickly find the snap to her skirt and pull it off. Her legs fall wide again, and I slide my hands up her thigh, my thumbs pressing along the smooth skin until they hit the crease at the top.

“You’re spread open so beautifully for me, Eden. You’ve earned my mouth. I’m so proud.” She lets out a moan from my words alone. Fuck.

In the meantime, I’m at full mast, my erection pressing against my shorts, and I can tell it’s going to take a miracle to keep myself from coming. We’ve confirmed I’m enjoying this exercise too.

Her eyes rake my face. “Do you…do you need to take your glasses off first?” Her voice no more than a whisper. “Sir?”

She must be thinking of the time on the couch last week, when I removed them before going down on her. I haven’t yet tonight, wanting to see every dimension of her responses. But once I’m drowning in her pussy, I can go more aggressively without them on.

“Remove them for me, my smart girl.” She immediately does as instructed, placing them on the side of the bed.

No more delays. I bend down, hands gently pinning down her upper thighs, and I lick up her wet, salty seam with the flat of my tongue, savoring the taste of her. She bucks the slightest bit once I reach her clit, but brings herself under control without any direction from me.

“I’ll never get enough of your taste.” Her only answer is a moan, as I use my tongue to explore her sensitive areas. I avoid her clit for now, so this lasts.

Although I don’t know if I’m going to manage to keep from shooting, myself. If I do, I’ll just suck on her through it. My dick will get attention another time.

Swipe. Lick. Nip. Swirl. I take my time building her up, seeing what she likes. But soon she’s squirming, fighting to stay still, making little cries. I decide not to keep edging her. Not tonight.

“You may come, beauty.”

“So…good,” she gasps out.

I dip my mouth down to her clit and blow on it, one last tease, before finally licking the nub, then repeat the motion. I swirl my tongue on it, around it, and her cries switch to ones of pleasure. Everything about this is so hot—but I focus on what she’s reacting to most intensely.

Like last week, she’s so responsive that it doesn’t take long for her to start shaking, pushing toward her crest. I renew my efforts when I feel her orgasm start, her noises growing louder.

She’s quite vocal, but I fucking love it. The message received that she’s into this as much as I am, and that she’s comfortable letting go with me.

My grip around her thighs tightens the slightest bit more, pinning her against the mattress, confirming my power. She moans again, and shit, my cock is ramrod straight. I’m high on the feeling of being in charge, but I think I’m going to love mastering her pleasure even more.

By the time she comes, she’s absolutely dripping, my lips coated with her juices. I’m not even ashamed to say that I make a complete fucking mess of my shorts as she shakes under my hands.

Still, I don’t leave her pussy until I sense she passes her peak.

Kissing her softly on the upper thigh, above where my hands are still locked in place, I peer up at the absolute masterpiece of her pink, wet pussy, and then bring my eyes to hers.

“That’s my girl. My perfect Eden.”

33

CONNOR

Afew seconds later, I collapse on the floor.

“Fuck, that was a revelation.”

She’s panting still, and I let her recover without pressing her to speak. Close to a minute later, she finally lifts her head, a similar satisfaction across her face.

“You like when I call you ‘sir.’”

“I do. A lot.” I stand up and head to my closet. My wet khakis go in the laundry, and I throw on some gym shorts, commando style.

“I’ll keep using it, then. It can be a nickname—Sir. Like with a capital S.”

Even her saying that gives me a thrill. “Hmmm…I like it. How about you? Did you like what we did?”