"Not yet, love," I said, lifting her off of me and laying her on her back. With her legs spread open on either side of my knees, I could tell she knew exactly where this was going and couldn't wait any longer.
Leaning down, I pushed her legs wider and fastened my mouth over her cunt. She closed her eyes as if in pain, but let out a soft breath as I slowly licked up and down, driving her wild with desire. Moving to her clit, I sucked lightly and teased until she couldn't control her moans and whimpers anymore.
She rested her feet on my shoulders as I continued to pleasure her, lost in the taste and feel of her after years of only imagining what it would be like.
She made a sound between pleasure and frustration, and tried to lift her hips. I placed a hand flat on her stomach, exactly whereshe had been injured only hours before, and shoved her back down.
I sat up so I could watch her face, replacing my lips with my fingers. I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger, then shoved another finger inside of her. Then two.
"Oh, Gods," she moaned. "Please."
"What do you want, love?"
I expected her to say she wanted to come or for me to fuck her. But instead she said "Everything."
My eyes widened.
I didn't know why I liked that answer or even what she meant, but I decided to give it to her anyway.
Still alternating between thrusting my fingers inside of her and rubbing little circles on her clit, I bent my head to press a kiss to the inside of her inner thigh.
She didn't even seem to notice at first, but when I dragged my teeth over that spot, she paid attention.
“What were you doing?” she moaned, her breathing uneven again. I could tell she was close.
“What would you have done if I marked you there?” I licked the skin of her thigh again to illustrate my point.
She didn't say anything, just kept writhing against my hand.
I pulled my fingers back until she looked at me, clearly rebellious.
“What would you have said if I marked you there?” I asked again.
“That you might as well have written your name on my cunt.”
I smirked. She shouldn't have given me any ideas.
Leisurely, I went back to stroking her, wanting her wound up and ready again before deciding where to brand her.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” I told her.
She looked at me as if contemplating an argument, but wisely stayed silent. Scrambling up, she knelt on all fours in front of me.
Kneeling behind her, I pressed my face against her cunt from behind, lapping at her already sensitive core.
She yelped and tried to stand up. With one hand, I pushed her back down. “What did I just tell you, love?”
“But—” she didn't even seem to know what to complain about.
I laughed and dragged my tongue from her clit all the way up to her ass.
“Are you going to let me fuck you here?” I asked her, pressing the tip of my finger against that most sensitive area.
I could tell by her silence that her eyes had widened.
I smacked her ass, just to get her attention back on me. I kept lapping at her and finally she answered with a low moan of pleasure. “I don't know.”
“You should probably get used to it,” I told her semi-seriously.