Page 46 of Rich and Bossy

When I finally make it down where I want to be, I take even more time, lightly trailing my tongue over her panties, brushing it across her clit. Her entire body tightens when I do it, telling me it won’t take long at all to get her off. I’ll have to be careful, move slowly to draw this out. It’ll only build her orgasm that much more.

I shove her legs apart, just to hear her gasp when I do it, and that’s exactly what happens. Then I lick up and down each one of her thighs, coming closer to where she wants my mouth, but not quite there.

“You are a tease.”

The second she says “tease” I flick my tongue across her clit, knowing her panties are still taking some of the sensation away. But it’s enough to make her thighs try to close in on my face. I keep them held apart with my hands, smiling against her skin as I do it.

“You want me to take these off?” I pull the waist of her panties back and let it smack against her hip.

“Mmhmm.” She groans it, loud.

I slowly pull them down each side of her hips, but leave them still covering her pussy. Then I run my tongue along the top side of them, hinting that I might take it underneath, when I damn well feel like it.

“Oh God.” She hisses the words as I get closer and closer, but not quite there.

If she only knew the willpower it takes not to rip them off her and go crazy. The urge is so fucking incredible right now, I don’t know how I’m able to have this kind of restraint, not when I can smell her, not when I’m inches away from finding out what she tastes like. I think it goes back to that connection we have, knowing I want her to have the strongest orgasm of her life. That’s the only thing allowing me to take my time right now.

For her.

I want to please her, and not give in to what I want.

Ever so slowly, I finally peel them off her and get my first look at her gorgeous pink pussy. I suck in a hard breath through my nose the second I see it, and have to fight everything inside me not to dive on her, attack her with my mouth.

I brush my tongue across it a few times, as light as possible.

She moans out the words. “So. Good.”

I pull my head back and grin right at her. Then I stand up, breaking the connection, but keeping her right at the edge of the bed with me between her legs, in case she gets any ideas about closing them.

She glares right at me for stopping, but I start to peel my sweater off over my head. Suddenly, all seems to be forgiven as she watches me do it. I keep my eyes locked on hers, but her gaze roams up and down my torso, and I forget she hasn’t seen me shirtless yet. Not all of me anyway, just a little when I showed her the footprint bruise.

I mean, the clothes have to come off sometime, and right now seems like the best time to lose the shirt. I can see her heartbeat speeding up on the side of her neck, and she inhales a sharp breath when I grab the backs of both thighs, then shove them up, angling her pussy into the air.

The first time I flatten my tongue, and lick slowly from the back, all the way to the top, finishing with the tip of my tongue on her clit—there aren’t words to describe it. I have to do it again, and a third time.

“I’m so close.”

I can barely even make out the words, because her breaths are so ragged. It’s like she’s trying to scream but can barely even speak.

I take my time, working lazy circles around her, speeding them up slowly and steadily. I make sure to brush my tongue back and forth on her clit, but every time it feels like she’s about to release, I move my focus elsewhere.

“You want to come on my face, Hazel?”

“Mmhmm.” She nods furiously. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I do love the sound of you begging.”

She doesn’t take the bait. Doesn’t give a shit. Her focus is totally singular.

I decide I’ve tortured her long enough, not to mention, I want to fuck a second orgasm out of her as soon as I can, before my balls ache so bad I die from it.

I go straight back to her clit and work it harder, faster. Right when I feel her thighs tightening around my face, I take two fingers and slide them inside her.

Holy fuck.

To say she’s wet is an understatement, and she grips them the second they’re inside her. I find her G spot and massage it with my fingertips while my tongue flicks on her clit rapid-fire, pressing, rolling, any technique in my repertoire, they all come out.

“Oh God, Paxton.” Her hips surge off the bed.

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