This time, I don’t stop. I lick her all the way up, circling her clit and nipping twice.
“Eight. Nine.”
I push down harder on her belly, gliding my fingers in and out of her before I put pressure behind my tongue and flatten it across her clit, moving slowly and hitting every pressure point I’m able to find during this exploration.
“Fuck! Ten!”
She lets go, pulsing around my fingers and on my face. But I don’t relent; I continue my assault.
“Wyatt, please, fuck, shit.” She tries to push me off, but I’m stronger than she is.
Her moans are loud, echoing off the kitchen walls along with my name as she screams and writhes underneath me.
“You win, Wyatt. You fucking win, oh shit. Another. One.”
“Give it to me, Goddess. Give me two.” I let the vibrations of my voice slip over her clit with my tongue.
This time I stop, pushing on her clit, and she grinds into my hand.
When all her muscles go loose, I gather her clothes and start dressing her.
“I can’t fucking move,” she whispers.
“Good.”
“Not good. How am I going to get home?” She whines, sitting up on her elbows.
“I’ll carry you.”
She laughs. “You will not carry me all the way home.”
“Dare me?”
Her smile reaches her eyes. “Yeah, Officer. I dare you to carry me home.”
I tap her arms, and she lifts them for me to slip her shirt over her head. She slides off the counter, and I pull up her shorts,. pocketing her thong.
“What are you doing with my underwear?”
“Taking my trophy.” I hand her the pink bra from my kitchen floor.
She chokes on a laugh. “You’re too fucking much. Carry me home so I can go to bed boneless.”
“Your wish is my command.” I slip her into my arms, carrying her like a bride over a threshold.
The whole way to her house, I can’t stop thinking how absolutely fucked I am around this woman. Not only can she take whatever I dish out, but she dishes it right back.
“Is your door unlocked?”
“Mmhmm,” she mumbles, but her eyes are closed.
“That’s not safe, you know,” I warn, but she doesn’t hear me.
Slipping in through her slider doors, I stare at the ladder, questioning if I can make it up.Fuck it.
I take it slow, putting her in bed and covering her up.
“Thank you for taking care of me. James would never,” she mumbles, rolling over and snuggling into her pillow.
