Page 44 of More Than Words

“Fuck yes, I am. Get up here.”

“I’m going to crush you.” She sounded worried, but she took a small step forward, still hesitating to join me on the couch.

“I hope you do,” I replied with a smirk, and she shook her head.

“Not everything is a joke.”

“And I’m not joking. I’ve been fantasizing about tasting you again for weeks. Get up here. Now.”

She hesitated for a moment, but I internally cheered when she braced one hand on the back of the couch, swinging her leg over my torso and straddling my chest.

“My tongue isn’t down there,” I teased while I grasped her hips, pulling lightly to urge her forward. This wasn’t the same headstrong woman who’d told me to shut up and unzipped my pants before my brain had caught up during our last encounter. “Don’t be shy, Is. I’ve already had a mouthful of you. I know what I’m getting into, and I want more.”

Her body relaxed slightly, and she shifted forward. I let go of her hips, reaching forward to slide a finger through her slit, testing to see how much our aggressive kisses had affected her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered while I teased her clit with the wet tips of my fingers, her eyes falling closed and her head dropping back slightly.

“Come on. You know where I want you.”

She took a shaky breath and moved her thigh over my shoulder while I scooted down slightly, giving her room to straddle my head.

“Brace yourself,” I warned, curling my palm around her thigh, and anchoring her to me while I licked my lips in anticipation.

Her breasts heaved slightly as she took another deep breath and shifted forward, lining my mouth up with her.

“That’a girl,” I murmured, pulling her down. My nose drew through her pussy as I nuzzled her clit, my tongue darting out to taste her. Fuck.

Her body was tense at first, thighs shaking as I held her tightly to me, but with each swipe of my tongue, I could feel her melt in my hold. When her hips began to rock against me, I groaned in satisfaction, thankful that she was letting me past all her barriers. When she ran her fingers through my hair and stared down at me, I was in awe watching her eyelashes flutter with each movement of my tongue.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I laved my tongue over it while I maintained eye contact, watching with rapt interest as her eyes dilated and her nipples tightened.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” she moaned, letting go of the back of the couch and cupping her breast in her palm while her hips continued to rock into my movements.

Tipping my head back slightly, I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as I watched her fondle herself. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Quit teasing me,” she laughed lightly, her palm pressing against the top of my head. “Since you’re so insistent on doing this, then do it.”

Oh, it was on.

She moaned loudly as I held her to my face, pulling her to me while I lightly captured her clit between my teeth. Rapidly swiping my tongue against the tip as she squirmed against my grip, I grinned.

“Fuck, too much,” she moaned while I continued to torture her, the desperate tone in her voice spurring me on. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck…”

Her back arched, and I felt her legs start to shake. Continuing the onslaught, I moaned into her flesh as I felt her fingers grasp my thigh, digging in through the material of my pants while she arched backward, thrusting her hips into my movements.

Just a little more.

Curling my hand further around her thigh, my fingers sought the place I knew would send her right over the edge. As I pushed my wet fingertips against the soft puckered skin of her asshole, she cried out again, her clit throbbing against my tongue while I felt the familiar contractions of her orgasm start against my lips.

“Oh, fuck. Adrian, yesss,” she hissed, her orgasm rolling through her body, thighs quaking against my cheeks.

As she collapsed forward, I reached up to grasp the sides of her waist so I could shift her backward and suck in a much-needed breath. My wet lips tingled, and my chest heaved beneath her as I watched her come back to herself. Her eyes slowly drifted open, and she looked down at me, a satisfied smile morphing to one of concern.

“Enjoy yourself?” I teased, stroking the soft skin of her waist with my thumbs.

“I’m so sorry, I should…” she scrambled backward, but I held her still before she could escape, tilting my head to kiss the inside of her thigh.

“Trust me, I enjoyed myself. There is absolutely no need to apologize. That was fucking hot.”

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