Page 31 of Secret Paths

“I’m not teasing.”

“You absolutely are.”

I press my tongue against her clit.

The rest of her complaint becomes a moan.

“Sorry,” I say against her. “Did you say something?”

“Smug bastard.”

That sounds encouraging.

I slide two fingers inside her.

Her hand fists in my hair.

There.

I keep my mouth on her and curl my fingers until her thighs tighten around my shoulders.

“Peter.”

This time my name sounds very different.

I do exactly the same thing again.

Her hips move towards me.

“Don’t stop.”

I don’t.

The smart comments disappear after that.

Mandy’s breathing gets quicker, her hand still locked in my hair while I keep the pressure where she needs it.

Then her whole body tightens.

She comes hard, trying to muffle the sound with the back of one hand and failing spectacularly.

I keep going until her grip loosens and she pushes weakly at my forehead.

“Enough.”

I sit back on my heels.

“Good assessment?”

She gives me a dazed look. “Fuck off.”

“I’ll take that as positive feedback.”

I stand and finally get rid of my jeans and boxers.

Mandy has one arm across her eyes.

It lifts.