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“Huh?”
“I want to see how you enjoy being touched.”
“I-I don’t know how I like to be touched.”
“Then let’s find out.”
I reach down and feel my lower lips slick with my juices. I’ve never really touched myself before, outside of a few experiments that never went anywhere.
He brings my fingers to my clit and I rub it in gentle circles. It doesn’t feel as good as it did last night, but knowing that Alistair is watching me is strangely exciting.
“While you touch yourself, I’m going to lick your cum as it drips out of you.”
Oh, fuck—he didnotjust say that.
Pulling my panties further to the side, he brings his mouth to my sex and starts lapping like a dog.
“Oh, God…”I cry, grabbing his head with my other hand to push him away.
But my body rebels. I grab a handful of his hair and grind shamelessly upward.
He chuckles, popping his head up. “Someone’s a little overeager.”
Frowning, I push him back down as I work my clit. Everything about this moment is obscene, and it’s only made worse by my panties still being on.
There’s no way I’m going to last long. Not with him tonguing me with strokes that threaten to ignite an inferno.
“Will you finish me?” I rush out, close to spilling over.
He smiles up at me. “Of course.”
Alistair takes over, licking through my wet folds with masterful strokes as I hang on for dear life.
How did I hold out for this long? Why didn’t I listen to the other women?
When I peak, my body shakes so violently he has to lace his arms through my bent legs to hold me still.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me like a tsunami ready to sweep me away, and through it all, there’s Alistair. Licking, holding, adoring me selflessly.
When my body calms, I let go of his hair. He continues lapping at my thighs and lower lips, licking me clean before releasing my panties.
Which is admittedly hot.
He sits back on his heels, looking cocky as hell. “Was that what you needed?”
“God, yes,” I choke out, trying to catch my breath.
“Good. Whenever you get the urge, just know I’m always hungry.”
“And…you’re okay if I’m not ready?”
“I know you’ve had it bad, Britney. I’m not gonna make it worse for you.”
I give him a lopsided smile, feeling guilty for being so selfish. But the look on Alistair’s face suggests he’s not at all unhappy.
“Do you think you could, ah, retire to the bedroom so I can take care of some business?” He points down at the bulge in his pants.
“Oh…um, could I watch?”
