Page 81 of Unlikely You

“Can I see you?”

Once I’d removed my clothes, we lay next to each other on the bed.

“For someone who said they wanted to ruin me, you’re being awfully sweet,” Honey teased.

“I do want to ruin you, but in a good way. If that makes sense.” My fingers walked across her belly, stopping to dip into her belly button.

“Mmmm, same here.”

I looked into her eyes. “I don’t know if you can.”

Honey’s smile got wider and predatory. “Giving you an orgasm isn’t the only way to ruin you.”

This woman was absolutely going to ruin me.

Honey

Bren had told me about what she wanted, and I’d expected her to claw at me immediately, but she seemed almost shy now that we were both naked. Like all of this was new to her. Something told me it was.

“What do you want, Bren?” I asked her.

She licked her lips. “I want to fuck you with my tongue until you scream and suffocate me between your thighs.”

Well. That was a good way to start. I spread my legs and reached for her.

“Go ahead then.”

Bren hesitated for about half a second and then she was between my legs, pushing them back and nuzzling my pubic hair. I kept things trimmed, but not completely bare, and Bren seemed to like it.

“Brenplease,” I begged as my legs shook. I hooked my hands around my thighs to hold myself as open as I could for her.

She looked up and met my eyes, kissing the inside of one of my thighs.

“Bren,” I gasped.

“Keep saying my name, Honey Bea. I’m going to make you scream it.”

I was about to tell her that she was awfully confident, but then she put her mouth on me and I discovered that she had every reason to be confident.

Bren Hendrix was a master at eating pussy. Her hands dug into my legs as she twirled and thrust and licked with her tongue, alternating between barely touching me, to fucking it inside me, to painting every inch of my clit up and down and all around. Hard pressure, soft pressure, fluttering pressure, she did it all, and she switched it up so much that I could never anticipate what was coming next.

And then she grazed my clit with her teeth in a way that was just on the right side of painful and I did scream her name.

“Oh god, Brennnnn,” I chanted as she continued to assault me, inserting one and then two fingers into my dripping pussy and hammering away at my G-spot as if someone had drawn her a map.

I was halfway through a blinding, body-shaking orgasm before I even knew it had started. Everything in my world coalesced to one point and then exploded outward, shattering me into a million points of light.

Eventually I floated back down to earth, landing heavily in my body, my legs flopping uselessly to the bed.

My skin was tingly and oversensitive and warm.

Gasping, I tilted my head up to look down at Bren, who had propped herself up on her elbows.

“Told you I could make you scream,” she said, winking. Her face glistened and I reached for her. Or I tried to, with heavy arms that fell back to the bed.

“Come here, now,” I said, my tone not as commanding as I would have liked.

Bren chuckled and slithered up my body, pressing her hips against mine.

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