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Amos reached down between us and with one deft tug, fluffed my skirt off my thighs. I gasped at the sudden rush of cold air, but, true to his word, he was ignoring my reactions. Amos bunched my skirt up so my polka dot, blue panties were exposed, and with barely a glance at them, he hooked his fingers under the waistband and dragged them down my legs. They were dropped unceremoniously next to the table. He carefully removed my sandals, avoiding all the sore streaks that ribboned over my skin. Then he sat on his stool and adjusted the height.
His face was level with my closed knees and crossed ankles, and I suddenly understood what he was about to do. I sat up on my elbows, giving him wide eyes. “Wait, wait, wait, I didn’t prepare for this at all. You should have told me. I would have showered or—”
“Lie down,” he said with quiet authority. “And spread your legs. As far as you can.”
Saliva pooled in my mouth at the sight of him sitting there, his dark eyes full of decadent sex. He had rolled himself right up against the medical table, and I realized he must have adjusted the table in advance. He was at the perfect height for peach eating.
Amos slid both his hands between my thighs, and with gentle pressure, he pried my legs apart. I gusted out a breath, letting my head fall back again. I closed my eyes as my legs were spread wider, wider,wider, until my tendons stretched, and cold air hit my pussy. My chest rose and fell as I waited tensely. He put his hands under my ass and dragged me right to the edge of the table and draped my calves over his shoulders. Then he weighed his hand on my stomach, and I clenched under him. “You’re starting off pretty bad, Cupcake,” he teased. “Relax.”
I pulled in a breath and released it, willing all my muscles to melt into the paper. He waited, and the longer he waited, the more I managed to deflate my self-consciousness. After a while, it didn’t matter that I was lying like that for him to see. Surprisingly, my brain adjusted.
His chair rolled, and then two fingers slid along the outside of my labia. I jumped, and then his fingers paused. He waited until I relaxed again, and then he did the same thing. I’d anticipated it that time, and he swept his fingers down to my pussy, which was already wet and aching for his touch. He went tortuously slow. He carved a path along the outside edges of every exposed part of me that I wanted him to touch. My breathing picked up, but I willed myself to stay relaxed.
I got this,I thought smugly.Relax while he pleasures me? Please. He had me all worked up for nothing.
Amos dipped a finger into my heat, and I groaned, but I kept my stomach slack. My fingers drummed on the table softly as he slid in and out, hooking his finger up to my G-spot and then around in a circle before retreating again. I moaned, and I felt dangerously close to tensing up.
Okay, maybe this is a little harder than I thought.
With his finger still slowly penetrating me, I felt a gust of air over my clit. His tongue slid along the side of it. I gasped, and my back arched. He stopped. I lifted my head with wide eyes. “Wait, when you said ‘start over…’”
Amos pulled his finger out from inside of me, and my juices made a sucking sound. Two fingers started on the outside of my labia.
“No,” I groaned, letting my head fall back limply. “Are you for real?”
“Rules are rules,” he murmured.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Amos, this is going to take forever.”
“That’s up to you,” he reminded me. His finger dragged around the outside of my pussy, and I gritted my teeth at the ache it caused because all I could think about was how good it had felt when he’d had that finger inside of me. And I knew the routine, now. I knew how long it would take.
Okay, June. Eyes on the prize. You got this. Zen orgasm.
He made his way through the sweetest, longest torture with his fingers before plunging them inside of me again. I huffed, eyes closed, and kept my body calm even though my whole being screamed for me to writhe and buck to match the tempo of his finger. A hot breath blew on my clit. I steeled myself, and when his tongue lashed along the edge of my clit, I let out another moan of ecstasy. It was so good and soawfulat the same time. I wanted to pull down his pants, take out his cock, and slam myself onto it to fill the needy ache inside of me.
His tongue started to do clever things while his fingers pumped. He went around my clit and then over it with pressure, and my legs trembled with the need to arch my back, but I resisted. I’d never imagined it was possible, but even as I tightened on the inside with corkscrew twists of pleasure and agony, I managed to keep my legs and torso slack. And I was getting the hang of it. I focused on my breathing and the tightness at my core, and then on every mind-numbing thrust of his finger and lap of his tongue.
Amos inserted two fingers, and I made a strangled, high-pitched sound. He lifted his head to gust out a laugh, “Something to say?”
“No,” I eked out.Calm, calm, stay calm. You’re so close.
He moved his fingers in and out, slow at first, and then fast. I gasped, bunching my fists and hoping he wouldn’t see or care becausedammitI had kept the rest of me slack and I didn’t think I could hold out much longer.
Amos bent his head again, his mouth hovered just over my clit, and then as his tongue lapped a long stroke over the sensitive spot, he sucked.
I screamed, and my back arched off the table again as my legs twitched closed. His fingers stilled and he lifted his head with a smug, molten expression. “No,” I breathed. “No, no, no, you can’t.” He removed his fingers and pried my knees apart again. I gripped my hair by the roots. “Amos, youfucker.”
His fingers slid along the outside of my labia with mocking slowness. “Damn,” he clicked his tongue. “I thought you had it.”
I made a growling sound of frustration. My clit pulsed. My center felt empty, hot, and sore. “I can’t,” I panted as he slid his fingers around again. “I can’t. Amos, seriously.”
He didn’t stop. “Seriously,what, June?”
He wanted me to say it. He wanted me to say the safe word and end it if I couldn’t take it. I sucked in another breath, grinding my teeth as I did, and forced my body to relax again. I wasnotgoing to quit. Fuck that.
He chuckled, and from square one, we started again. Twice. Twice, he brought me straight to the top of my pleasure, and as his mouth sucked my clit hard, I lost my composure. And each time he started over, each time he made me climb, I got closer to my orgasm. He probably sensed that because his routine got shorter, and he pulled maddening moans from my body as he pumped his fingers in a steady rhythm. But the third time he lowered his mouth to my clit, I was ready.
He sucked, and I let out a breath, tensing my throat, clenching my fists, but forcing my body to melt as my insides clenched, and pulsed, and clenched again, and then I felt something truly terrifying build inside of me. It was unlike any orgasm I had approached before. It was wild and uncontrolled, and I had a sense that it was going to rip me in half when I got there. Whether I was ready or not, he was going to yank the cord on the pinata and release all the prizes.
