Page 56 of After Midnight

His tongue passes over my clit again before he lifts his head and whispers, “How many times can you cum, beautiful?”

He’s still holding my thighs apart, and now that his tongue is no longer inside me, I’m aching to be filled by him. I need it so badly that a few tears are starting to gather on my lower lids, ready to spill.

“I-I don’t know.”

In the darkness, his lips form the shape of a smile. “Let’s find out.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is between my legs again, licking and lapping at me. His tongue is hot and wet, and he makes delicious sounds as he pushes it into me, then drags it along my swollen pussy lips, then sinks it in again.

I’m breathing so hard that I’m starting to get lightheaded. If I were standing, I’d be afraid to pass out.

My toes curl as tension continues to build deep inside me. “I’m . . . almost there,” I whisper, still gripping the comforter, my teeth gritted against the tidal wave preparing to crash over me.

Right before I can cum, Sebastian moves his mouth to my clit and sinks two fingers into my pussy, stretching me, curling his fingers as he thrusts them knuckle-deep.

Everything goes still, suspended in time. My breath hitches, my eyes close.

And I cum for him. I cum so fucking hard.

It makes me cry out, my whole body trembling, my pussy squeezing his fingers tight as he continues to fuck me with them, making wet sounds I know I’ll hear on repeat every time I touch myself from this night forward. He coaxes a long orgasm out of me, pleasuring me until I’m left shaking and gasping on the mattress.

As my climax passes, Sebastian makes a satisfied sound, and he drags his tongue across my throbbing clit one last time, making me squeal at the sensitivity. Slowly, he slides his fingers out of me, then slips them into his mouth, and I whimper as he sucks them clean.

Who the fuck is this guy, with dimples and innocent brown eyes but a tongue that can make me feel like I just got whisked away to another planet?

“You taste so fucking good,” he whispers, then pushes up from the floor and bends over the bed to press a kiss to my mouth. I taste myself on him, a mix of salty and sweet, and it makes me groan.

But more than that, it makes me want to taste him.

So I wrap my arms around him, tugging him down onto the bed atop me. Then I flip us over on the mattress, and Sebastian lets out a surprised breath as I straddle him, my pussy leaking hot wetness all across his bare abs. His cock strains against his zipper, begging to come out and play.

Despite the pressure in his jeans, Sebastain takes a moment to look up at me. His palm cradles my face, and he tucks a tangled strand of hair behind my ear. I turn my face to kiss his palm.

Then, wearing nothing but a smile, I ease myself off of the bed, moving to stand between his thighs as he rises up onto his forearms. And I reach for the button on his jeans.

chapter 25

Sebastian

REMI’S BLUE EYES LOOK LIKE the ocean: deep and dark and fathomless. She holds my gaze as she pops the button on my jeans free, then guides the zipper down. And I’m already groaning as I lift my hips and let her slide everything down, jeans and boxers coming off in one smooth movement.

My cock leaps up, finally free of its cage. I reach to touch myself, to wipe away the precum beading at my tip, but Remi beats me to it, slapping my hand away.

“Mine,” she whispers.

And holy fuck. I almost just blew my load at that one word.

She looks down at me, and one of her warm hands encircles my shaft, making me draw a sudden breath.

“You’re not circumcised,” she whispers as she begins to stroke me, working my cock in a way that makes me press my hips up, begging her for more.

I shake my head, gritting my teeth against the pressure already building inside me. “No,” I whisper.

She lets out a small sound as she reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear. “That’s sexy,” she whispers back. Then she lowers herself down, sinking onto the plush rug where my knees were just a minute ago.

Slowly, holding my gaze, she leans in, and her pink tongue presses through her lips to drag along the underside of my shaft, then over my flushed head, lapping the precum away.

I drop my head back, squeezing my eyes closed, trying to control my breathing as she eases her lips over my head and starts to suck me. Her tongue is warm and wet as it glides along my shaft, then circles my tip. She uses two hands on me: one stroking in tandem with her mouth while the other fondles my balls, squeezing and rolling them where they lie heavy between my thighs.