Page 54 of Making Over Maris

Not that she didn’t absolutely love this but she had another need. A need that could not be denied.

She spread her legs.

It took him a moment—he was rather distracted—but then he noticed. He stared at her nest.

Just in case he hadn’t picked up on the invitation, she spread her pussy lips for him. “Lick it, Jack.” A whisper, a plea, a demand.

“Oh, yeah.” He crawled up the sofa, up the length of her body, hooking her knee over his shoulder as he approached. “Oh, Sara.”

“I loved when you ate me out last time. Do you remember that?”

He gaped at her. “Um. Yes. I remember.”

“Do it again, Jack.”

And again, just in case he hadn’t picked up on the blatant invitation, she wound her fingers through his hair and guided his head down and down.

His breath touched her first, a soft huff, like a sigh. But then he found her and she lost all reason.

His mouth was warm, hot, as he encased her clit. He nudged it with his tongue and then sucked. She tightened her muscles to keep from mashing herself against his face but couldn’t help gripping his ears to hold him in place.

And God! As he had worshipped her feet, he paid decadent homage to her holiest of holies. Licking, lapping, nibbling, stroking, tasting. Each touch was delicate and delightful.

Somehow he knew just what she wanted, just what she needed. Skillfully, he drew her closer and closer to orgasm, edging up the sensation at precisely the right time, increasing the friction, escalating the pace.

She opened the robe farther so she could toy with her nipples. They were swollen and fat.

“Yes,” she panted, closing her legs around his head. “Yes.”

He stopped.

She released him from his prison. So she could glare at him.

His eyes were wide, his jaw slack. “I want…”

“What, Jack?”

“May I touch you…here?” He dandled a finger at her entrance.

“Yes.” This, she hissed. Because seriously? He had to ask?

On one level, she loved that he asked because—well, just because. On the other, it was annoying because—damn it—yes! She wanted him in her. She wanted something in her.

Needed it.

She was so close to the precipice she could explode at any second.

And when he eased into her, when he slipped two fingers into her weeping pussy, she did.

His thrust was tentative but filling and he paired it with another well-placed suck and a flick.

A lovely little orgasm trickled through her.

It was pleasant. Nice.

She thought she was done.

But he wasn’t.