Cleo let out a noise that sounded like “good,” though I wasn’t sure. That was how I was going to take it anyway, as I continued my way down her back to her ass. I wrapped my arm around her stomach and pressed her into the wall, taking my time to clean between her thighs until she was panting.Without meaning to, I’d damn near brought her to the point of orgasm.
“Do you want to come, baby?” I asked. She nodded her head, muffling her cries with the back of her hand as I slowly traced a finger along her entrance, dipping in ever so slightly.
Holy fucking shit, my girl was tight. Her pussy was already greedily clamping down on my digit, and I’d barely begun to work it inside of her. I considered my cock slightly above average, but I couldn’t stop myself from wondering if she would struggle to take me. She had, once upon a time, but that was years ago, when we were innocent and had barely explored our own bodies, let alone someone else. I suppose if it had truly been ages since she’d been with someone and had settled on a silicone replacement, it made sense.
It’d be so easy to make her come like this, but just like I had when she dry humped me to climax, I wanted to watch her every fucking second of her pleasure. I got off on the visuals of seeing my fingers, my cock, my tongue be what sent her careening off the edge.
I pulled back, laughing as she let out a frustrated groan. “What the fuck, Grady? You ask if I want to come and then you deny me?” She turned around, ready to hurl another insult my way, but her words died as I slipped the finger that’d just been inside her into my mouth.
“Well, if you’d stop throwing a fit and let me finish washing you off, we could get to the good stuff,” I said, raising a brow.
With a squeal, Cleo quickly turned around and faced the wall again as I worked. The moment I turned off the water, she hopped out and reached for a towel. I stopped her, grabbing it first. “Let me,” I murmured, sweeping the cotton across her skin to erase the beaded moisture. “I want to do this.”
Cleo snapped her mouth shut as I worked, taking extra care between her legs just because I could. Only when I knew shewas a panting, writhing mess did I pull back with a smirk. “That’s not fair,” she said, pouting. Her attempt at anger disappeared as her gaze dipped down my naked body appreciatingly.
“If there’s one thing we know, it’s that life isn’t fair, but,” I said, stepping toward her until we were chest-to-chest. “It is always worth it.”
Without saying another word, I tugged her out of the bathroom. The moment we fell back on the bed, Cleo pounced on me like I was little more than her prey. Her kiss was full of so much heat I thought it’d burn me alive. She tugged on my bottom lip, raking her nails down my chest until she gripped my cock.
As much as I wanted to get mine, I wanted her so much more. “Sit on my face,” I panted, trying to pull her closer. “Let me fucking drown in you.”
Immediately, she sat back on her heels and shook her head. I recognized the stubborn, resilient set of her jaw and knew she was going to fight me. “No. No way. Absolutely not.”
“Do you want me to beg, baby?”
She didn’t say anything, but I didn’t miss the way she sucked her lip between her teeth. “I can’t?—”
“Please,” I said. My fingers dug into her hips. I was barely holding myself back. I wanted to drag her over and force her to take a seat, but I didn’t. I showed the restraint she deserved, but I wasn’t above a little bit of begging. “Please let me taste you. Please, please, please…”
“But why do I need to sit on your face to do that? Why can’t you do it the old-fashioned way?”
“Because I want you to work my cock while I eat your sweet cunt, bluebird.”
Her lips parted at my crude words, and I didn’t care. There were no thoughts of decorum when it came to my need for her. “Oh.”
“Yes. Oh. Now, if you could just take a seat,” I said, lying down on my back and patting my lips. “I could have my meal.”
Cleo chuckled nervously but shuffled her way over. I didn’t have to ask to know this was her first time doing this. I’d already had most of her firsts, so knowing I had this one too was so goddamn gratifying.
The moment she swung her leg over my face, I was greeted by the sight of her pussy for the first time in seventeen years. Oh god, I was a goner at the thought of having her taste on my tongue. The tease in the shower had been just that—a fucking tease. It did nothing to satisfy my hunger for her.
She yelped as I tugged her down on top of me, running my tongue along the seam of her pussy, delving past to suckle on her clit. Her hands landed on my stomach as she doubled over in pleasure. “Fuck,” she whimpered. “Oh my god, Grady.”
“Work my cock, bluebird,” I whispered against her thigh. “Show me how much you love my tongue in your cunt.”
Honestly, I was a little worried about coming the moment she grabbed hold of my dick. It was already painfully hard. Maybe if I did, she’d realize just how much she turned me on, how all it took was a few simple strokes, and I’d be spilling myself all over her hand and my stomach.
Would she clean it up? Would she let me watch?
The thought alone had me looping my arms around her thighs and forcing her down further until I could barely breathe. If this was the way I was going to go, so be it. I’d gladly die between her thighs if I made her come first.
“Grady,” she panted. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
I wanted to tell her how good she tasted, how much I loved her and this and us, how well she was stroking my cock, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing for a moment. Instead, I growled, letting her feel the rumble in my chest as I fucked her with my tongue.
Even though I knew whatever she was doing felt great—amazing, even—I didn’t realize how close I was until she squeezed the base of my shaft and slowly worked her way up to the tip. My hips moved of their own accord, fucking her hand as though I was fucking her.
“Bluebird, I?—”
