Page 25 of When She's Handy

She whimpers, her entire body quivering in response.

I…can’t tell if she liked that or not. “Was that bad or good?”

“Good. Very good.” Her fingers tighten on my clothing. “Do it again, please.”

I rub her again slowly, watching her face as it contorts. The strange thing about the expression of a person in the throes of pleasure is that it looks exactly the same as someone experiencing a muscle cramp. So I eye her, noting her responses. How the scent of her grows thicker, how she starts to rock her hips against my touch. How she braces her hands on my shoulders and all but shoves her breast into my mouth as I stroke and pet that one spot on her body.

My fingers cramp and I decide that I no longer need to view everything. She makes a sound of protest as I adjust, until my hand slides between her thighs again. I settle my finger into her cunt once more, pushing cautiously into her even as I use my thumb to delicately massage the area she likes best. The clit—except not, because I touch around it and not on it.

Melody’s breath heaves as if she’s picking up something heavy. She wheezes, straining, and leans forward to bury her face against my neck. “Don’t stop,” she moans, voice muffled against my throat. “Please don’t stop. Change nothing. Just keep going.”

Change nothing. Just keep going. I can do that. I continue to tease her, my finger moving inside her alongside my thumb. She’s extremely wet now, her body making the best slurping noises I’ve ever heard, and I’m utterly fascinated at her response. Did she ever get this wet before? I don’t remember these noises, just like I don’t recall the utterly mouth-watering scent of her that’s flooding the room.

She quivers, tensing and clinging to me. Melody bites down on my neck as her cunt clenches around me, rippling and contracting as she lets out a little whine. I don’t stop rubbing, not even when her whines turn to choked gasps and she twitches with every movement of my thumb.

Then she puts a hand over mine between her legs. “Wait,” she tells me, panting and breathless. Her breath is hot against my throat. “Need a moment.”

“You bit me.” I loved it.

“Sorry.” Her tongue brushes over my skin, a licked apology, and I nearly come in my trou.

“Don’t be sorry. It was good?”

“Oh my god,” she moans. “So good.” She nuzzles against my throat and slides forward, and it takes me a moment to realize she’s trying to crawl into my lap. I move my hand out of the warm cradle of her cunt and grip her hip instead, my fingers wet and drenched in her scent.

She cuddles up against me, breathless, and I hold her close. My hands stroke over her naked skin, grazing over scars and soft flesh, over lean thighs and the most ridiculous feet with stubby, strange little toes.

“I only made you come once,” I remind her after a moment. My cock is aching, the throb of my pulse echoed in my shaft. I want to do more to her. Not just pleasure myself, but to give her more. I’m greedy because I need to watch her come over and over again. I need to memorize every response she makes, every sigh she gives. “We talked of at least three earlier.”

“Mmm,” is all she says, and she sounds sated. Like she’s eaten a fine meal.

“I promised you more,” I repeat, my voice gentle even as I slide a hand along the inside of her thigh. With a little sigh, she parts them, welcoming my touch once again. “Should I stop?”

“You can touch me as much as you want. I’m yours and you’re mine. Don’t think I’m not putting my mouth all over you soon. Very soon.” She rubs her nose against my neck, even as she twists in my grip to allow me between her thighs. And twists again, shifting her weight. “You have a bony leg plate right under my ass. It’s kinda killing my vibe.”

I adjust her lower on my leg. “Better?”

She wiggles her bottom and then shakes her head. “Now I’m falling off your knee. Let’s go to bed. Yes?”

Bed is an excellent idea. I lift her up in my arms and take her with me, hauling her across the room and then settling her gently atop the blankets. She reaches for me, trying to pull me down next to her, but I detangle myself with a smile and kneel on the floor between her dangling legs. “I told you three orgasms, remember?”

“You drive a hard bargain,” she jokes, even as she spreads her legs for me. One hooks around my shoulder, and she stretches on the bed as I stroke the insides of her thighs. “Lucky for you, I’m easy-going.”

“You are,” I murmur, fascinated as she opens up for me once more. Her scent washes over me, tangy and haunting. “You don’t mind me tasting you? It won’t make you anxious?”

“It’ll make me come so hard my toes curl.”

This sounds good to me. I lean in, mouth watering.

Her hand goes to my forehead and she stops me before I can put my tongue on her. “I just had a horrible thought. What if you’re allergic to me?”

Then I’ll die happy. “I’ll live on daily injections from the medic. I’ll cover myself in plas-film. I don’t care. I just know that I’m going to taste you right now and I’m going to enjoy the kef out of it.”

She moans, her hand trailing down my face and brushing over my lips. “Be careful.”

Oh, I’ll be careful. I’ll lap at her cunt with the utmost of care. I carefully open her folds with my fingers, spreading her like a flower. A pink, wet, juicy flower. My mouth waters once more, and I lean in and give her a long, slow taste, unable to wait any longer. She tastes just as good as she smells. With a ragged groan, I drag my tongue over her flushed skin, lapping up her taste. “So keffing good.”

Melody squirms against my tongue. “God, I love that you have ridges there, too.”

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