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“You’ll do everything I tell you do?” he asked.
She nodded again.
“Good.” He sat on the chair. “Lie on your back with your hips at the edge of the bed, knickers off, feet on the chair arms. And trust me, your dead grandmother would approve.”
She felt awkward arranging herself for him, lying back on the sheets, perpendicular to the edge of the bed. She tried to keep her knees closed as she settled in but that didn’t last long.
“Open your legs,” August said.
After a pause to steel herself, Lia let her legs fall open like the wings of a butterfly.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Now open yourself for me.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
Well, if she had to she had to.
She slipped her hands between her legs and touched herself. Slowly and with extreme embarrassment, she pulled the lips of her vulva apart and let him see the wet red flesh of her labia and vagina.
August made a soft sound, a little inhalation, a little exhalation right after. A stunningly obscene noise; she would have killed to hear it again.
“Show me more,” he ordered.
“August, please.”
“Briseis did it for Achilles. You can do it for me. More.”
Lia pushed her hips forward, tilting them as hard as she could. A wave of desire hit her, washed through her.
“I want to see your clitoris,” he said.
She moved her fingers upward, spread her legs wider, thrust her hips out harder. She pulled at the tender flesh of her hood and lifted it.
The tip of his tongue darted out and touched it, just touched it, lightly, so lightly it couldn’t even be called a lick. It was electric.
“August,” she gasped.
“Now that is how a man wants to hear his name spoken by the girl he’s bedding,” he said, laughing softly. “The next word you speak will be my name and you won’t speak—you will scream it. Until then, moan and groan and pant and gasp all you want, but otherwise shut up, Lia. I’m working.”
Lia couldn’t believe what was happening to her even as it was happening to her. The tip of August’s tongue kneaded the sensitive flesh around her clitoris, lightly rubbing it and pressing it, drawing blood into it so that the knot, that tender aching knot, swelled and throbbed like a separate heart beat inside of it. He suckled that knot a thousand times more gently than he ever suckled her nipples. So gently it was maddening. She dug her hands into the back of his hair and pushed her hips into his mouth.
A lick. The tiniest most perfect lick ever, right on the quivering tip of a nerve. A muscle inside Lia coiled tight as a spring. She panted, head back, fingers twisting harder into August’s hair.
Another lick. A harder lick. The twirl of his tongue all around the edge. Then over it. A kiss. A long tender wet kiss onto it, kissing her like he kissed her mouth. He lowered his head and licked at the entrance of her body. He pushed his tongue against the hole and pushed again until the tip went inside it. Lia gasped, shocked by the pleasure and the intimacy so intense it almost felt like a violation. He turned his head slightly to the side and kissed her swollen labia again. To the other side and kissed her again. After that it seemed he wanted nothing more than to press his mouth into her. He pushed his tongue into her vagina again, and Lia lifted her hips in instinct and need.
“Wider,” he ordered, and she didn’t know if he meant she was supposed to open her legs wider or her labia wider. She did both. She spread her legs and her hands and August came at her with such determination she felt the chair shift under her feet. He licked the entrance of her body again, over and over a hundred times. Lia’s fingers grasped at the sheets as he went at her. Sounds escaped her lips she’d never heard herself make before, not in this world or any other. Animal grunts, deep from her throat, keening pleas. He was torturing her, focusing his attention on her labia and vagina instead of her clitoris. Lia moved her hips up and down and in little spirals in the hopes of getting him to give her what her body needed. Every time she lifted her body off the bed, she felt a fresh wave of desire. He wasn’t torturing her but tricking her into fucking his mouth.
The trick worked.
Finally, August licked his way up from the base of her vagina to her clitoris. He pulled the knot between his lips again and sucked; she let out a soft grateful moan. God bless the man. He should be knighted. She moaned again so he did it again. And again. Her clitoris pulsed against his hot mouth and the coil inside her tightened until it could twist and tighten no more. Every nerve seemed exposed and he found every exposed nerve and touched it with the tip of his tongue, touched and touched as she trembled and shook. Her inner muscles were clenched so hard it hurt and there was nothing left for her but release. Lia’s body pressed up, up, up, and she exploded against his mouth. The sensation was so strong, a bomb in her belly, that she bent almost double, shoulders off the bed, arms around his head.
She came so hard she smelled sounds and heard colors.
Lia lay panting, nearly comatose, on the bed until August stood up and entered her field of vision. He was smiling.
Of course he was.
