Page 59 of The Summer Plans

It’s torture. Absolute fucking torture. The anticipation is killing me. “Please. RJ, please.”

“There’s my girl. I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to beg me to tongue-fuck you properly. What do you need, darlin’?”

My head pops up, and I gawk at him. “You’re… you’re teasing me?”

“Not teasing. Edging. I feel you tensing. I can tell when you’re close, and then I back off.”

“But why?”

“So I can be the man who gives you the best orgasm of your life. I know how to eat pussy, Summer. And I can read your body like a book. I want you to beg me to make you come.”

He drops his head, sealing his lips around my clit as he gently sucks and flicks it with his tongue. Right as my pussy tightens, he pulls back, changing his rhythm as he shakes his head back and forth rapidly. He looks possessed. It’s not a pretty sight, and I would laugh if it didn’t feel so goddamn good.

“Shit. Oh shit. RJ!” Right before my orgasm hits, he stops, flattening his tongue as he licks up and down the entire length of my pussy. I let out a frustrated groan, and he chuckles against my skin, the vibrations lighting up every nerve ending.

“You taste so fucking good. I could happily live between these thighs for the rest of the week.”

Yes, please. Suddenly that’s all I want.

He pushes two thick fingers into my pussy, and I clench around them, willing him to keep them there this time. His fingers thrust and twist moving in a way no dick or toy ever has and I’m close, so freaking close. He flicks his tongue against my clit when a familiar feeling hits me suddenly. “Wait. Stop. Stop.”

He looks up, my arousal creating a sheen on the lower half of his face. “What’s wrong?”

Oh my God, this is so embarrassing. “I just need a second.” I push up on my elbows as I try to crawl away from him.

His head tilts. “Has anyone ever made you squirt?”

“What? Why does that matter?”

“It matters. Answer the question.”

“Have you ever made anyone squirt?” I counter, deflecting.

“Plenty of times.”

“Oh.” Why does that fill me with disappointment and jealousy? I’ve spent most of my life picturing him with other women, and I really don’t want to do that right now. Not when I finally have him.

“And I know what a woman looks like right before she squirts, and it’s exactly how you looked just now. I also know what it feels like right before you squirt, and I have a feeling you don’t and that’s why you’re trying to sneak off to the bathroom.”

How does he know that? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I cross my arms over my chest.

He grips my legs and yanks me toward him, burying his face against me as his magical tongue flicks rapidly against my clit and he slips his fingers back inside. The urge to pee hits me again, and I push at his face. “Wait. I’m sorry. I need to go to the bathroom, I think.” I didn’t wait this long to be with this man to embarrass myself while he’s pleasuring me. I wiggle out of his grasp and shimmy up the bed.

“You don’t.”

“I don’t what?”

“That feeling you’re feeling isn’t the urge to pee. That’s what it feels like right before you squirt. Now get your ass over here and come all over my face like the good girl I know you are.”

He grabs me by the ankle and pulls me toward him again. He rests his forearm on my lower abdomen, holding me in place so I can’t escape, a determined look in his eye when he speaks. “This time, I’m not gonna stop no matter what you say. I plan to eat this perfect fucking pussy until you come so hard you drown me in your arousal. Do you understand?”

I let out a shuddering breath as my core tightens at his filthy words. “I understand.”

Then he lowers his head between my legs and devours me. His fingers thrust in and out rapidly before tapping against my G-spot while his tongue vibrates against my clit at a rate so rapid, I’d swear it’s my vibrator and not his mouth. That sensation starts to build again. “Oh, fuck, RJ. Oh shit. Yes. Oh, fuck yes,” I finally let go as the strongest, messiest orgasm I’ve ever felt consumes me.

When I come to several moments later, I look down at him. His face is soaked, but his grin is unmistakable. Did he actually enjoy that? Most of the men I’ve been with act like it’s a chore.

“You coming on my face is my new favorite obsession.” He gently kisses my inner thighs as I try to calm my racing heart.