Releasing her, I put my palm between her shoulder blades and pushed so she was bent over the table.
I could’ve forced her legs apart. I could’ve used the restraints. I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t later on. But that time when I tasted her, I didn’t want it to be by surprise. I wanted her to offer herself to me.
Give herself to me.
“Spread your legs, Greer,” I ordered.
She shifted like she was going to, but my words stoked the nearby flame, and she froze.
“Say stop,” I tried instead.
If she did, I would remove her mask to show that it was just the two of us. It wouldn’t be a disappointment. I wanted to see her eyes. Wanted to know if the green overpowered the golden brown when she was turned on, or if it was the opposite. But I craved her nervousness, too. That fear.
The heady power that came from knowing I was pushing her out of her comfort zone, and she was willingly going because she wanted to listen to me.
To submit to me.
Her thighs shook as she spread them.
I ran my palm down her spine as I slowly knelt.
A sinner praying at the altar of heaven.
Moving my face to her soaked core, I paused just before touching her and inhaled deeply. She shifted her weight like she might close her legs, but she didn’t.
“Smell just as good as you taste, baby,” I reassured her. And then I ate.
Happily.
Desperately.
Gorging myself.
Every time her thighs began to shake, I eased back. And every time I eased back, she whispered curses. Murmured threats. Loudly begged.
It wasn’t long before the trembling didn’t stop, her pent-up need making her restless as she rocked against my face. Her movement cut off when I bit her clit between my teeth and rapidly flicked my tongue.
“Oh shit. Oh hell.Ohhh.”
I released it and gently licked up.
“Why do you—whoa!” she cried out as she jolted so hard, I worried she would tip the table. She started to stand before catching herself. “Don’t lick methere.”
I did it again, spearing my tongue into her tight hole before moving to bite her ass cheek.
Hard.
Hard enough that it would leave a mark, and right then, I didn’t give a single, solitary fuck.
“Don’t tell me what to do, Greer. That’s not how this works.”
“But…” she started, the word trailing off as I licked her slit again. “But you said to tell you if I don’t like something.”
Gripping an ankle in each hand, I skimmed my hold up her calves. Her thighs. Through the slickness that dripped down. When I reached the top, I slid both thumbs into her pussy. I kept one in place as I moved the other up to press against her ass. I used her arousal to just barely breach it. My voice was a low rumble. “You don’t like it?”
“No,” she snapped, even as she rocked against me.
“That’s funny, baby, because your needy little holes are working so hard to get more.”
