My dick twitches. It’s almost ready to go again, but this isn’t about me or my dick. This is about the woman who just gave me the best blowjob of my fucking life. And my desire to blow her ever loving mind with my tongue, my fingers, or whatever toy she has lying around.
It’s my turn.
And I’m not going to stop until her soul leaves her fucking body and finds mine floating somewhere above both of us.
I don’t know if it’s a growl or a grunt, but it’s all the answer she’s getting.
Hulking out over her stupid shoe, I finally freeher leg and settle between her thighs, jerking her down the bed so she’s right where I need her to be.
She spreads her legs wide for me, such a beautiful, small accommodation that makes me want to have her begging for mercy from my tongue even more.
I lock my arms under her thighs and stare up at her. The expectant look in her eyes is framed with challenge, like she’s not sure what I’m going to do or if I’ll get her where she needs to be.
I don’t know what damage she has from her ex, but Idoknow I’m not stopping until she comes for me. Don’t fucking care how long it takes.
Tipping my head in a silent question, I wordlessly ask for her consent to continue.
With a growl of her own, she drops her head back onto the soft bedding with a quiet puff of air. “Just fucking lick me already.”
Don’t mind if I do.
I plant my tongue just above her taint—what the fuck is a chick’s taint called? Sticking my tongue flat against her entrance, press hard and drag it right up the center of her pussy.
She rocks her hips as my tongue makes its way to her clit. Pausing for a beat, I swallow, taking a moment to savor her salty flavor. She groans again, thumping both sides of the bed with a whimper. A fucking whimper. I want to hear that again, and again, and once more for good measure.
It’s my turn to cast a wicked grin before I slide my fingers inside her and wiggle them around a bit. Her hips twist in response.
When I remove my hand and suck my fingers into my mouth, her protests die on her lips with a gasp.
“You taste so fucking good, Firecracker.” I lick my lips. “So. Fucking. Good. I’m going to enjoy every fucking drop.”
Dropping back onto the bed between her plush thighs, I don’t waste another second before my tongue is spearing inside her, making her moan. By the time the tip of my tongue flicks against her clit, she’s soaked and writhing.
“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
There’s no “please,” no begging, no biting down on her bottom lip. This woman races toward her orgasm the way she’s been all afternoon, with a confident stride. She knows what she wants, and she’s not accepting anything less.
She’s not quiet. Any time she stops making noise, I change what I do. Move my tongue, slide my fingers inside so I can press against her G-spot, or tweak her nipples with my thumbs and fingertips.
Committing every single response and noise to memory, I eat her pussy like she’s the most decadent meal I’ve ever consumed. Because she fucking is.
“Stop edging me and just make me fucking come.”
Her demand almost makes me blow my load all over again. The friction of her sheets alone while I dry hump the bed with my tongue nestled between her folds is enough to push me over. But I want my next O to be inside her.
“I swear to fuck, Loki. Stop fucking around and make me?—”
The primal scream that echoes around the room as her release crashes into her is the best sound I’ve ever heard. It’s better than the goal horn in the arena, better than the swoosh of a puck through the air toward the goal, better than the smack of wood against rubber when you hit a slapshot. There is literally no better sound in the world than the orgasm of the redhead splayed out on the bed underneath me.
“Fuck me. Please. Please just fuck me.” Her chest heaves with each breath, and a bead of sweat trickles down her temple, disappearing into her hair.
Looping my arms behind her knees, I grip both legs, liningmyself up against her pussy. “Protection?”
She arches her back, a whine falling from her on a long breath. “The pill. Just fuck me.”
I’m balls deep before the notion of STIs and STDs hits my addled brain.
“I’m clear of all of those things rolling through your head. Just fucking fuck me already. Jesus Christ.”
