Page 85 of The Haunting Plot

It only takes a few minutes before she’s bucking and moaning against me. Her hand threads through my hair as she digs her fingernails against my scalp, anchoring me to her. “Oh fuck. That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop doing what you’re doing with your tongue. Shit, that’s perfect.”

If I died like this, I’d die a happy man.

I slide my hand down to her opening and push two fingers inside, reveling in the way she gasps at the intrusion. I glide my fingertips along her wall until I find the spot that makes her moan the loudest. Gradually, I increase the pressure on her G-spot as I flick my tongue against her clit in the same rhythm. Even though my jaw is getting tired, I press on, determined to make her fall apart for me.

“Holy fuck. I’m… I’m going to…”

The shock in her voice makes pride swirl in my chest as my balls draw up against my body, that familiar tingle growing at the base of my spine. Seconds later she explodes, tugging against my hair as she gushes all over my face. I follow right behind her, grinding against the mattress as I explode in my pants, shuddering between her thighs.

“Holy shit,” she pants. “I’ve never…”

“Is that the first time you’ve squirted?”

“With a partner.”

“Good. I’m gonna be the only person to make you do that.”

I lean down and kiss her pussy lips as I slowly withdraw my fingers.

“Don’t touch my clit.”

I press gentle kisses against her, careful not to touch her overly sensitive areas.

“It takes me thirty-seven seconds to come down from an orgasm before I can handle any kind of direct attention to my clit again.”

I chuckle against her skin. “How do you know that?”

“I counted.”

“Of course you did.” I climb over her, dropping soft kisses on her stomach before I flop onto my back beside her. She curls into my side, running a hand along my waistband, but I grip her wrist, halting her movements.

“I’m afraid it’s going to take me more than thirty-seven seconds to recover from the way I just embarrassed myself between your thighs.”

She pulls her wrist from my grasp. “Prove it.”

“Help yourself,” I say, pulling open the button of my pants.

Her delicate fingers work my zipper down as she leans up, hovering over me to pull my boxers down. “You really did make a mess in here.” Her eyes cut to mine briefly, a small smirk lighting up her face before she lowers her head.

“What are you…oh fuck.” The words are stolen from me when Raven’s hot little tongue licks the head of my dick. “What… uhhh… doing?”

Raven chuckles against my dick. “So that’s all it takes to shut you up, huh?”

“Apparently,” I rasp as she resumes cleaning me with her tongue.

After several minutes of the most thorough tongue massage, her head pops up. “You don’t taste so bad yourself. A little salty, a little musky, but it’s not overpowering. There’s a hint of something, though. Asparagus, maybe?” A coy smile lifts her cheek.

“Fuck off, it does not.”

“No, I know. Brussel sprouts?”

“Fuck, I love this side of you.”

“That’s a pretty strong word. Does your dick normally make this many declarations when it gets a little attention?”

“You trying to make me fall in love with you?”

There’s a slight blush on her cheeks before she drops her gaze. Fuck, I’m going to scare her off with talk like that.