I chuckle against her ear. “Want to bet?”
With a single tug on the strap over her shoulder, I tear the garment clean off her body.
She gasps as the lightweight material flutters down her frame and pools at her feet. “Did you just rip my dress?”
I shift around to face her, my hand still in place.
“I did. I’ll replace it, I swear. Now be a good girl and spread your legs wider. I can’t wait to taste you again.”
Breath hitching, she does as I ask.
I place a chaste kiss on her lips, then drop to my knees and position myself between her thighs.
“Perfection,” I murmur, brushing my nose against the silky scrap of fabric covering my target.
She stumbles on contact.
“Hold on to me.” I clutch her wrist and guide her hand to my shoulder.
Once she’s situated, clutching me with both hands, I nuzzle the crease of her thigh, then trace the line where her panties meet her skin with my tongue. As the intoxicating scent of her essence floods my brain, I inhale deeply, my eyes rolling back.
Gripping the edge of her thong with my teeth, I yank, revealing the ultimate prize.
Above me, her head is ducked, her lips parted and her pupils blown out.
I keep my focus locked on her face as I lick her, swirling my tongue around her clit a few times, then sucking on the beautiful bundle of nerves.
She bucks slightly, but I stay the course, lavishing her sweet spot, giving it all the attention it deserves. I zigzag my tongue down her center, then push the tip into her opening.
“Fuck,” she mutters as she drags her nails through my hair.
“That’s it, angel,” I praise. “I want your words. I want to hear you. Tell me what you like.”
“Fuck… fuck. That feelssogood,” she whines.
“You tastesogood,” I counter, rushing to get the words out so I can get back to business.
I establish a rhythm, alternating between tongue-fucking, licking, and sucking, and before long, she’s clutching my hair and lifting her hips to meet my mouth, practically grinding against my face.
Growling my encouragement, I brace one arm around her thighs to steady her. With a third finger inserted in her hot, wet channel, I latch on to her clit like it’s my life source, sucking until she cries out.
“Oh fuck. Right there. Rightthere.”
I hold tempo and maintain pressure, singularly dedicated to the task at hand.
“Yes,” she whimpers, tugging on my hair hard enough to cause my scalp to tingle with pain.
Then she breaks, her grip loosening completely.
I glance up again, mesmerized by the sight of her so lost to the pleasure of the orgasm I just pulled out of her, her mouth open, her pulse beating in her neck. It’s an honor to be on my knees before her, to be responsible for the sensations coursing through her.
I ease my fingers out slowly, knowing I should give her a chance to come down and catch her breath.
But my typical stoicism and control have all but left my body.
“I need to be inside you.” I haul myself to my feet and clutch her shoulders, guiding her to the bed. Once she’s situated, I yank at the buttons of my shirt.
Nerves and deep, concentrated desire create a storm of urgency inside me. My heart hammers and my hands shake as I struggle with each button.
