Page 76 of Vengefully Matched

And then her mouth was on Agatha’s neck, kissing, licking, lapping against her collarbone, laving a path down her breasts, tongue twirling, slick and wet, on each nipple. She bit down gently, and then, when Agatha mewled, writhing, she bit down harder, and continued the ministrations with each hand, moving back up to kiss her mouth, fingers rolling slowly, agonizingly.

“I need,” she whispered, voice reedy.

“I’ll give you what you need,” said Prissy, and she pinched, applying pressure. Agatha felt it low in her stomach, igniting like a flame. She was all heartbeat and breath and longing, nothing else.

“I want to show you what it is to ache, to burn, and then, when you think you can’t take it anymore, when you’re at the absolute edge of your patience, to give you what you need.”

“Fuck,” Agatha bit out. “Fuuuck.”

“Yes,” said Priscilla, grinning wide. Her pupils were blown, her brown eyes dark, her tongue licking across her lips in a way that made Agatha press her thighs back together.

Prissy made a disapproving noise with her tongue.

“No, honey, spread those for me.”

And when she dropped to her knees, Agatha was glad for the firm support of the desk she was sitting on, because surely her legs would have given out. Priscilla pressed a kiss to the inside of her calf, one and then the other, moving up gradually, agonizingly slow, kissing, and then following the path of her lips with her thumbs, rubbing little concentric circles higher and higher on each of Agatha’s thighs until her face was so close on each press of her lips that her nose grazed Agatha’s panties.

She’d worn a nice pair, silky and light blue, and they were soaked now, the evidence of the teasing clear, but Agatha was too gone to be embarrassed.

Prissy looked up at her, all dark eyes and glossy raven hair and heavy desire.

“You’re so wet,” she said, running her mouth up the crux of Agatha’s legs, where her thigh met her hip. An inch over and Priscilla’s mouth would be on her, but for now, only her words were, Prissy’s hot breath hitting her so close to where she wanted the other woman to be.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed.

Priscilla bit her sharply on the thigh, and she keened.

“No being sorry. I’m going to show you how to do this the way you deserve to do it. Without reservation or apology.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’m not sorry.”

“That’s right.” Priscilla looked smug. “And because you’ve been a good girl, getting so wet for me, and not being at all sorry, I’m going to reward you.”

She wasn’t sure that the sound that came out of her was entirely human when Prissy pressed her tongue to her center, licking her through her panties.

“Oh god.” Her hands scrabbled, for the desk, for her breasts, and then down again.

Priscilla’s eyes snapped up to hers.

“Do you want to play with your tits while I lick you senseless?”

Agatha whimpered, nodding.

“Then fucking do it.” Priscilla dropped her head down, breath hot against Agatha’s center.

She trembled, hands rising and then gripping. Palming, rolling. She pinched her nipples, hard, harder than Priscilla had, and she could feel herself go even more slick.

“That’s it, baby,” Priscilla cooed, and fuck, this was already seared into her mind like a brand. Hart lowered her face, licking over the fabric once more, before reaching with a finger, dragging the panties to the side, and licking again.

Agatha groaned, unable to resist the urge to rock forward, fucking herself onto Prissy’s face. Prissy responded by pushing her thighs open wider, pinning them with surprising strength, and licking her carefully on each side, top to bottom, and then again, before circling her tongue around Agatha’s clit. Agatha tried to rock, to move closer, to increase the pressure, but Priscilla had her pinned.

“Not so fast. I promised to show you, and I’m sure as hell not going to show you anything other than my best work.”

Agatha panted, nodding. Sweat ran down her back, and she wanted to apologize again, but she remembered not to.

“This next part is important. Are you ready for my best trick?”

“Fuck yes.”