Page 61 of People Like Us

August’s head dipped between my thighs instantly, his tongue going flat against my clit through the fabric of my panties. I sucked in a harsh breath as I felt his saliva soak through.

“More,” I moaned.

His hands were at my sides then, pulling the cotton down my long legs. He sucked in a deep breath at the sight of me, and wasted no time, pulling my feet, clad in lace-trimmed socks, to rest against his shoulders. His middle finger came around to push into me; the abrupt fullness paired with the warmth of the metal of his ring caused my whole body to tighten instantly.

“Slow,” I breathed out.

“Sorry.” He placed a kiss on the inside of my thigh, trailing them downward as he began to move in and out of me at a torturous pace.

The sight of him between my legs was so beautiful that I wondered if he’d be offended if I took his picture like that. The thought was wiped away by the feeling of his mouth closing around my clit.

“Fuck, August,” I moaned, and his green eyes flashed up to meet mine. His pupils were fully blown, and his cheeks were flushed with my favorite color.

When the tip of his tongue flicked against me I gasped, and my fingers were laced in his hair again. He did it again, smiling as he did, and I felt a wave of warmth pooling where his finger moved slowly inside me.

We held each other’s gaze as he added another finger, his tongue still flicking against me experimentally. I let out a breathless moan, and August picked up speed.

“Curl your fingers,” I instructed. He did, and my eyes fluttered closed at the wave of pleasure rushing through me. His other hand squeezed my thigh, silently pleading with me to look at him again.

When I did, I thought I might come instantly with the sight of him. He pulled his mouth away from me just long enough to say “You’re so fucking pretty,” and then his mouth was back on me.

My gaze trailed down his body, and I watched as his hips bucked into the couch with every thrust of his fingers inside me.

“You going to make yourself come just from tasting me, baby?” He nodded fervently against me, fingers and tongue picking up speed in unison.

I pouted, pushing the curls out of his face. “You’re so pitiful, aren’t you?”

Another quick nod, and then he started sucking, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth as his tongue made quick circles around it.

“Fuck, August,” I hissed, and his eyes were glowing with delight, even as they started to flutter.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” I commanded. His eyelids sat heavy, but he didn’t close them.

“Harder,” I begged. But this command he did not follow.

Instead he lifted his mouth again to say, “Let me be gentle with you.”

“August, I can’t come like this,” I begged, even as the coil in my stomach tightened more.

He pressed a gentle kiss on my thigh, as he hooked his other hand around my thigh to bring his thumb over my clit, rubbing tight circles around it as he spread the fingers inside me. The position was exactly how he had made me come the last time, but he was moving too slowly to draw it out now.

“Let me try,” he said softly.

I hesitated, needing the release, but the desperation in his eyes made me nod in agreement.

“Lay your head back,” he requested softly, and I did, letting my eyes close again.

August’s fingers were stretching me as he moved them in and out in gentle strokes. “You’re so perfect, Lola,” he said against my thigh, kissing the tender flesh in groups of three. “I’ve wanted you like this, forever.”

I moaned, my back arching off the couch. I felt him smile against my stomach and I cried out, “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Lola. Every part of me belongs to you.” My body began to tighten as he spoke. “I’ve been yours for weeks. Yours to take, yours to love, yours to break. Tell me what you want and I’ll crawl on my hands and knees across the earth to fetch it with my teeth and lay it at your feet.”

That last part was enough to do me in. A feral sound escaped me as a dam broke inside me, a rush of endorphins washing over me. August chuckled as I came, “I knew you could do it for me, Sin. Just needed someone to show you how to be soft,” he pressed another kiss to my thigh, pulling his fingers out of me slowly.

He laid his cheek against my stomach, wrapping his arms around my thighs. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered.

We laid there for a long time, breathing in rhythm. I thought he might be asleep when I whispered, “You don’t have to mean it.”