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“Michael.”
“Yes?” I let my fingers drift over the folds of her pussy and I ran up and down over the silken smoothness.
“I thought you said no begging required.”
She had a point. “You’re right, I did. My apologies.”
“Oh, no, I want to beg. I just wanted to point that out.”
Damn. Felicia was fucking amazing.
I pressed a soft little kiss and sat back, not sure she was serious.
She was.
She ran her hands over her tits and down over her flat stomach until she found my head. Her fingers gripped my hair tightly, enough to cause pain.
Then she said, “Michael, I am begging you with everything inside me, please take me with your tongue. Please run it over my clit and slide it inside my pussy so that I can come. Please. I’ll do anything.”
I wanted to drag it out, to see how far she would go, but her words made me way too hard and way too desperate to taste her.
“How can I say no to that?” I asked.
Then I moved my mouth over her hot tight pussy and gave her what we both wanted.
Four
It took everything inside me not to instantly orgasm when Michael finally slid his tongue inside me. He made me so eager, so desperate. I wasn’t one to shy away from a little dirty chatter but I wanted to push it with him. I wanted to be submissive and beg him even some more. I wanted to do things I’d never contemplated before, like call him daddy.
His touch made me feel like I was drowning, being dragged down under waves of pleasure, where you can’t find the life raft.
Then I realized he was the life raft.
I needed to hold on to him.
I fell back fully onto the bed, gripping his head and let him shatter me.
It came as a swell, not a quick burst, but a crest that rocked me from the tips of my toes to my scalp.
The loud cry I gave ripped from my mouth before I could prevent it and didn’t even sound like me. It was wild and free and sensual.
As I tried to find air to breathe, my thighs relaxing as I came back down off the high, Michael pulled away.
“That was the hottest fucking thing ever,” he said, his voice fierce.
He gave me a look that I didn’t entirely understand. I shivered a little under that commanding gaze, the room cold without his body heat over me.
I expected that he would move inside me, but he didn’t. He ran his hands over my body, his gaze following the path. He started at my head, moved down over my cheeks, my sho
ulders, palming my breasts, pebbling my nipples. It was unexpected, and made me feel oddly cherished. Like we were lovers, in the truest sense.
He was different from other men and I found that very attractive.
His exploration continued, down over my hips, over my pussy, which he barely touched. Just that slight skimming though was enough for me to let out a soft moan. The anticipation was both delicious and devastating.
I needed him to complete me.
It was a thought that should have given me pause, but it didn’t.
