Page 14 of About Last Night

Toni closes her eyes and swallows. She licks her lips and opens her eyes. “I want to be good for you.”

I smile and reward her with a slow thrust. She tilts her hips and I don’t scold her. The new angle feels amazing. Her hair is rough against me, and her hard clit rubs deliciously against mine. I inhale sharply and stop. Now I know for sure that my orgasm is on the edge, ready and waiting for release.

“Do you want to come?” I purr.

Toni nods vigorously.

“If I were nice, I would let you come right now.” I lift one arm and touch Toni’s neck behind her ear. “I would start here with my lips and kiss a trail down to your collarbone.” My finger lightly follows the path I’m narrating while I rock, ever so slightly against her. “I love collarbones, but I especially love the hollow of a woman’s throat.” My finger circles the indentation a few times.

Toni’s breath is labored.

“Next is, of course, your cleavage.” My finger slides down between her breasts. I trail my finger up and down her cleavage, across the swell of her breasts, edging closer and closer to her nipple.

My left arm shakes from holding my weight so I give up the finger tease. Thank God, because I need to taste this woman’s essence more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life.

My lips find the hollow behind Toni’s ear and start their journey. Toni’s hot skin pebbles at the touch of my lips, and she groans. I smile and continue on, my lips and tongue following the path my finger had mapped out across her damp skin. As I move south, Toni’s desire paints a trail across my stomach. I take one of her breasts in my mouth and this time the moan is mine. She tastes delicious, salty with sweat and a slight musk from lotion or essential oils, I’m not sure. My opposite hand caresses her other breast while my tongue circles her rock-hard nipple. I suck her breast in my mouth; it’s small and perfectly shaped, and fits inside my mouth like a missing puzzle piece. I switch sides and take my time. I’ve always appreciated a woman’s breasts above all other parts of their body and Toni’s breasts are a masterpiece. She tilts her hips up again, her non-verbal but not so subtle hint as to what she wants.

“Use your words, Toni,” I say.

“Please. I want your mouth on me. I need your mouth on me.”

“My mouth is on you. You need to be more specific.”

I bite her nipple, hard, and she bucks against me.

“Too much?”

“No.”

“Tell me if I do something that you don’t like, or that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Not licking me is making me very uncomfortable.”

I can’t help it, I laugh. “That’s by design.”

“Yes, I know, and I hate it. But I love it, too. It’s very confusing.”

I want to watch this woman come. I want to make this woman come. I thrust hard against Toni’s center once, and holy shit, the jolt of desire that runs through me is breathtaking. She groans and her grip on the sheets tightens.

“Audrey, my God,” she says.

“I’ve never been called God before,” I say.

It takes a moment for Toni to get the joke, but when she does, she laughs.

“God, please fuck me with your mouth,” Toni says.

“Well, when you put it that way.”

I kiss my way down her body, marvel at the ridges on her stomach, and promise myself to return and show my appreciation more fully. I settle between her legs, smell her desire. Her clit is visible, hard and erect, and I gasp slightly. Fuck edging. Teasing her is teasing myself and I cannot wait to get my mouth on her. I lick her once and her back arches. When I take her in my mouth and suck, she lifts her hips and presses herself against my face, wanting more. I’m happy to give it to her.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Right there. Do not stop what you’re doing.”

As if I would. Across the expanse of her washboard abs and beautiful breasts, I watch Toni ride my mouth. My senses are being assaulted by her, being consumed by her; the way she tastes, the way she feels, looks, and the quiet sounds she is making have my body humming with desire.

Too soon, she is trembling, ready for release. I swirl my tongue around her clit and she comes, head thrown back against the pillow, back arched. She shudders her release, her mouth open with a silent scream. That won’t do at all.

“Say my name,” I demand.

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