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“Right now?” She nodded as I continued. “I want to push my tongue inside you.” I eyed her fingers again. “I want to know if your pussy missed me. If I slowly push my fingers in, will you welcome me like an old friend?” I shook my head, my heart in my throat, fixated on her. “I want to know if you still gasp from the back of your throat when you come, Kitty Cat. Will you moan my name like you used to? Will you ride me until there’s nothing left but your screams?”
Her eyes were wide. Was this too much? Too vulnerable? I could keep going, but I was wasting time. I needed to taste her.
I’d written so many songs about her, singing my regret and longing for the world to hear. Only now, kneeling before her and watching her pussy spasm every time she touched her clit, it was easy to see none of the songs compared to this.
My breath stuttered as the corners of her lips hitched and her thighs relaxed.
“Hmmm.” Her hips tilted up, shifting forward, closer to me. “I was just going to let you watch. But… since you’ve been so good, you can have a taste.”
A wicked gleam glinted in her eye as she looked down at me.
Relief soared through me. My hands fell from her legs, and I stretched forward instantly, trying to reach her treasure. She laughed, pushing back on my shoulders, keeping me at bay. My heart was out of control, filled with gratitude and hope and every good emotion that had been lost when I watched her fawning over Dom. One lick and every dark dream I’d ever had would come true.
She watched how my eyes feasted on her pussy, preceding my tongue. Would it always be this way, her stretching me out, moulding me to her wants and needs?
As Cat eased her heels back, I gripped her right leg, stealing a kiss from her ankle before I lost my chance. I still wanted her to punish me, to show me what she was made of. The line from her ankle to her core called my lips to forge a path, to seek her pussy like an adventurer on a quest for gold. Now she’d given me permission. The urgency, the desperate need to touch and taste her, was edged with the heavy heat of languid lust. She wouldn’t be kind, and I didn’t want her to be.
I bit the ridge of her ankle, leaving my mark. She growled and kicked out at me, her heel hitting my chest, pain bursting over my heart. Another punishment for bad behaviour, another mark I could savour when this was done.
“Max,” she murmured, her voice a warning.
I lit up at the sound of my name and sank under memories of the way she used to call to me, her smile, her flushed cheeks, those thick lips clinging to me like I was her life raft as she peppered kisses along my spine. I groaned as I felt myself soften and open, lust pouring through me. It was like she was finally acknowledging me. One word, and I couldn’t stop myself from floating.
God, I’d missed her.
I fed my hands up the silky softness of her thighs, reaching to pull her closer.
Cat grabbed my wrists, her smile transforming into a sneer. “No. Hands behind your back.”
I wanted to make love to her by holding her, using her ass to anchor my tongue, to pull her harder into me. I wanted to take her, make her surrender to me, but this was her show. Even if she didn’t know it, I was hers before she laid her eyes on me again.
I released her, clasping my hands, and pinning them to the base of my spine. If this was what she wanted, her wish was my command.
I moved forward, my tongue carving the route from the soft underside of her knee up to her right thigh. She tasted like perfection. I paused, hovering over her pussy, my breath caressing her, inches from my lips. Where should I start? How could I choose with her laid before me like this?
I gave a long, slow lick through her pussy. She twitched, her thighs closing around my ears as if trying to lock me in place. I heard her holding back her whimper. Her musky taste charged my mouth, and I fell on her, taken over by the fervour of finally sinking into her again.
She continued to hold herself open for me with her fingers, and I knew this was it, what I had been searching for, for so long. It was her; it had always been her. Her smell surrounded me. My tongue lapping against her, along with her gasps and shudders, filled my ears. Her wetness against my chin sent me to heaven. I dipped back down, slipping my tongue inside her, hearing her moan, realising again that this was all I wanted. Her pleasure, her release. I needed to feel her cum on my tongue, her tight muscles squeezing around me.
I lifted my chest, lowering my neck to move deeper inside her. My shoulders burned as her heels dug deeper, but it joined the fire of passion raging inside me. It was worth anything to taste her again.
I squeezed my hands together, keeping them fastened to my spine. I was itching to touch her, but I had to follow her order. She deserved nothing less.
I swirled my tongue inside her pussy, tasting every side, moaning against her as her inner walls shook around me. I placed my lips around her aching clit and worshipped the sensitive nub, which had her entire body jolting beneath me, rattling the cabinet. She lost her grip on the edge, her hand flying out to grasp my hair as she quivered. She threw her head back, crying out in pleasure.
It was only us, nothing else but the pleasure vibrating between us. I didn’t stop. I would never finish licking and caressing her until my tongue disintegrated and she was screaming for me to release her.
Cat pushed her hands into my hair, cupping my ears and holding me in place. Satisfaction rumbled through me when I realised I couldn’t move. She bolted her fingers around the rings that seemed to fascinate her so much and rolled her hips, keeping me still as she fucked my mouth. Her scent spread across my cheeks as she crushed me to her. Every part of my face would smell like her. I could walk back out into the gala covered in her, showing them all who I belonged to.
I looked up. The sight of her went straight to my cock.
Her head was thrown back, the straps of her dress loose down her arms, her mouth parted as her chest moved in time with her hips. I hurried my tongue, trying to match her rhythm, but I couldn’t reach far enough into her. I knew where her sweet spot was. I was dying to pierce it with my fingers. I wanted her to beg me to keep fucking her.
I closed my eyes, drawing all my attention to keeping up with her. She was wild, bucking and grinding into me. I’d forgotten we were in her parent’s house, the party outside, all those people on the other side of the door. It happened every time we were together. The world fell away, and she was the only thing that mattered, the only reason I could breathe.
Suddenly, her fingers brutally bunched my hair, pain blossoming around my ears as she yanked my face away from her. The wetness of her pussy cooled my lips. Without her heady heat sustaining me, I felt empty.
“Suck my clit.” She gasped, her teeth clenched, pink slashes on her cheeks showing me everything.
