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I furrow my brow with renewed determination.
I flick the feather onto her thigh, before I push her legs apart. Then I settle between them.
I part her folds with my fingers, studying her gorgeous, wet pussy.
She trembles, when I work my finger from the top to the bottom of her pussy.
Once.
Twice.
Slowly, I work a finger into her pussy, before easily sliding a second in. I crook my fingers and then pump them in and out.
I steady Paige’s thigh with my free hand, giving her an anchor as she begins to sweat.
I search for the place inside that makes her whimper.
“Fuck, fuck,” she suddenly gasps. “Just there.”
I smile, kissing her inner thigh.
I only thrust my fingers in once more, however, before I withdraw them.
“What are you…?” Paige reaches down to grab my hair in frustration. My scalp tingles deliciously at the tug, and I push up into her touch. “Don’t stop.”
I glance up at her flushed face. “Were you close?”
“You know damn well that I was.”
“Then why don’t we play a game?”
She clenches her jaw. “Does it involve your fingers?”
“My tongue.”
Paige’s face lights up. “As long as it’s between my thighs…”
In this game, I win either way.
“You must come within the next minute on my tongue,” I say. “If you do, then I’ll knot you.”
Paige is breathing hard, clutching at the quilt beneath her like she’s about to rip it apart as well.
She is already on the brink of coming.
“What if I don’t?” She demands.
“Then I will make you come on my tongue, over and over, until you’ll never forget the feel of my tongue on your clit and pussy…until every day I am with you because the ghost of my tongue will forever be worshiping you.”
Paige stares at me like she’s working out how to stop herself from coming because she’s as desperate as I am for that to be the outcome.
To keep me forever between her thighs, even when I am no longer at her side.
I don’t know what outcome I want. The challenge has been thrown down to her.
I want to show her how incredible I can make her feel.
How I could always make her feel.
