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"Lean back on the bar, darling. Let me worship you."
Without thinking, my shoulders roll back, my elbows come up to prop myself on the bar as he drags his tongue along the opening of my pussy.
With one hand, he holds me open and he licks me for what feels like hours, bringing me to within an inch of my life before he pulls off.
"So sweet. The only thing I ever want to taste again for the rest of my life. God, you have no idea how delectable you are, do you? You have no idea."
All I say comes out in moans and soft whimpers as he tortures me.
Pleasure builds both in the pit of my stomach and the small of my back. A little knot that grows and grows. He presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, barely moving, pulling away whenever I try to press against him, needing more.
"Patience, darling. Patience," he teases, before returning his tongue to my aching clit.
I feel like a goddess, worshipped, adored. Like his whole life exists to pleasure me, like my whole life exists to let him.
Finally, his tongue moves against me, my breath stills, anticipating.
Waiting, wanting, silently begging.
"Yes, Clarissa?" he murmurs against my labia.
"I need to come. Please."
He pulls back, looking up at me, his face glistening with my arousal. "Do you want to come on my face or my cock, darling?"
I don't hesitate when I gasp, "Your mouth. God, make me come with your tongue,"
"Your wish is my command, darling."
He pushes my legs as far apart as they will go and buries his face into me, driving a finger inside my cunt as he laps at my clit.
"Fuck... fuck..." I groan, my whole body splitting apart on his tongue.
"More, darling, more..." Lips wrap around my trembling clit, sucking hard, urging me to another climax. And all it takes is another finger inside me to make me fall.
Hands in his hair, I grind against him, making him growl with approval as I burst at the seams, groaning his name.
When I finally start to come down, a purr of contentment escapes me and he chuckles as he gets to his feet, kissing me, spreading my wetness over my lips and onto my tongue. Somehow, it's even more intimate than when he dripped the cognac into my mouth.
"Okay?"
I nod, shyly.
He chuckles, sliding a finger over my wetness and bringing it to his mouth. "A shy demon from hell? I didn't know there was such a thing."
I didn't either. But there are an infinity of things I didn't know until now.
He grins and tips the rest of the content of his glass into his mouth before grabbing the bottle off the bar.
"Let's get drunk, darling."
Chapter 25
Matthias
Wegetsodrunkthat if someone asked my name, I could probably tell them it starts with the letter M but that's about it. We drink and talk and laugh, reminiscing about the past and learning about who we are as adults.
"Remember that time you fell out of a tree when your mom told me to come to tell you dinner was ready? What were you doing?" she asks.
