Page 43 of Obey

“But we need to fix this.”

“No, Harry. We’re done. Finished. I never want to see you again. I told you that before. And I’d really rather you didn’t call again.”

He snickers. “Be reasonable, Tali.”

Jagger flattens his tongue, long sweeping motions against my clit have beads of sweat creeping across my forehead. I want to let go. I want to toss my head back, open my mouth, and scream through my orgasm on this talented man’s face.

“Talia...? Are you...? Masturbating?” Harry’s suddenly curious, but I’m past the point of caring about Harry. All there is, is my impending orgasm.

I hang up the phone, silence it, and drop it off the edge of the bed.

“It’s about fucking time.” At least that’s what it sounds like Jagger’s mumbling against my girl parts.

It’s as though he’s been holding back, waiting to have my full attention before he delivers his full and ferocious onslaught on my body. He picks up the pace, one, two, three swipes of his tongue and my whole body shudders. Sweat trickles down my face as Jagger’s demands get more and more... intense.

I thought I was prepared for the orgasm he was sending me toward but when it crashes into me, my whole body levitates,and I hear colors. My already raw throat burns with the scream he rips from me with his mouth.

The more I scream, the more he continues his attack on my clit with his tongue.

There’s a heavy smell of sweat in the now warm air around us. My body is damp, the bed probably soaked.

Twitching muscles, racing heart, heavy limbs, my body sags into the mattress as the shockwaves slow. But Jagger doesn’t seem like he’s stopping anytime soon.

He’s still down there, still fluttering at my clit with his tongue, still licking and sucking and biting all those sensitive nerve endings. He’s pushing me, exploring me, devouring me. With every second he’s down there it’s like he’s drawing a map of... me. It doesn’t take long before I’m fisting the fabric on either side of my waist, my feet scramble on the sheets, desperate for traction as my hips buck against his face.

I can’t come again. I can’t. My body doesn’t have the strength left to dothatall over again.

Jagger is ravaging me, consuming me, possessing me. And all I can do is lie here and let him.

Another scream when I bend in half, my back bolting up off the bed as my muscles react without instruction. I don’t control my body anymore, my reactions, my movements, that’s all him. Jagger and his skilled and smooth tongue.

When I scream his name, he doubles down, his tongue flickering against me harder, faster, like he knows exactly what’s building inside my core. Is this what it’s like to be a volcano? Molten hot lava brewing inside my entire body until he lets me release it?

Without moving his mouth, he somehow manages to speak. “Again.” He demands.

“I c-c-can’t.” I can’t come again. Maybe his magic tongue won’t work on me like it does all his other conquests.

I expect him to stop, to pull back, to give up, but he doesn’t. Like the words I just said to him never left my mouth, he resets, throws my legs over his shoulders and goes back to eating me like I’m a lifetime supply of his favorite flavor of ice cream.

“Jag-ger-it’s-okay.” All my words run together. “Y-y-you d-don’t have to k-keep?—”

He stops dead, his head bobbing up from between my legs. If his expression wasn’t so stern, I’d laugh.

“Talia?”

My stomach tightens. I prefer when he calls me Half-Pint, and he knows it.

“Yes?” My voice is a whisper.

“Are you asking me to stop? Are you using your safeword?”

“Wh-what? N-no.” I’m trembling all over, my muscles are having uncontrollable spasms making me jerk and twitch. I’m still not recovered from the first one.

“Then lie back and let me enjoy myself. Okay?”

“Yes,sir.”

He growls at that, replacing his head between my legs and sucking at my sensitive clit. I’ve never had anyone down there with their tongue. What does it taste like? It can’t be too bad if he’s still down there, right?

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