Page 30 of Shamrock Kisses

“Patch,” she breathes, her tone telling me she’s not opposed to this idea. “What do you want?” she asks, and I look up, although Rachel is a blur without my glasses on.

“This.” I flick my tongue on her clit.

She giggles. “I mean from the restaurant.”

“You pick. Get a lot.” I go back to lightly flicking my tongue, teasing her.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“You better call them before I have you on the edge.”

It’s silent for a beat, and then I hear the ring sound coming from her phone. I want her to be so on edge. I don’t want her to be able to order. Making circles with my tongue, I slide in a finger.

“Hi. I’d like to place an order for delivery,” she says, far too collected.

Increasing the pressure of my tongue on her clit, she squirms. I grab her thighs, pulling them over my shoulders, holding her tight.

“I’d like to order …” She pauses. The pause brings me so much satisfaction. I lift my tongue to give her a false sense of confidence. “Crab rangoon.” I slam my tongue back into her, and she pauses, pulling my hair so hard. “Veggie egg rolls, beef and broccoli,” she says so fast, squirming on my face. I slide in two more fingers and fuck her with force. “Chicken …” She loudly exhales, and I love this. Rachel is so wet and tight and perfect. “Fried rice and orange chicken,” she says, nearly winded. I roam my hand up her body and pinch her nipple.

“Twen—” She stops the word, and a couple seconds pass. “That works.” She manages, flustered. “Credit card?” Her voice is nearly in a pant.

I pull back from her, grabbing for my glasses. I take the phone out of her hand and hold it between my ear and shoulder.

“Hi,” I say into the phone and also to Rachel. “Are you ready for the credit card details?” I ask them and smile at her. Pressing her phone firmly between my ear and shoulder, I need both of my hands to finish her.

Rachel’s biting her lip, tilting her head back as my thumb makes circles on her clit. It’s so hot. I begin sharing my credit card details from memory. She grabs for a pillow as I pick up the pace of my fingers. After she covers her face, I grab it and throw it across the living room. She giggles, and I want her to come before I hang up.

“The address?”

Rachel extends her hand to get her phone back, and I shake my head. “Tell me,” I mouth. She shakes her head. “Tell me,” I command.

“One,” she pants as I circle my thumb on her clit and pound into her with my fingers. “Five,” she pants and then sharply inhales. “Two.”

“One. Five. Two,” I repeat into the phone. I smile, taking in all of the signs that she’s going to come. I love staring at my squirming, panting kitten in her cat-eyed glasses. She’s so frustrated and turned on. My smile turns to a smirk as she doesn’t speak. I really want her to come before this order is placed.

“Walworth Street,” she breathes.

“Walworth Street,” I repeat into the phone. “Come for me,” I mouth to her, and the voice over the phone says it will be twenty to thirty minutes. I hang up and set her phone on the table. “You were too good at holding back.”

“I would never be able to order from them again if I had moaned or something.”

“Well, give in now. I want to hear you scream.”

I take my glasses off and go back between her legs. Licking and sucking, she relaxes into me. I want to hear her. I want to hear more of her noises. Rachel pulls my hair again, and all I want is for her to give in, to let go, to let me take her over the edge.

“I love your tongue,” she pants in the sexiest voice. “I’m so close.”

Determined, I keep going, giving her everything my tongue and fingers have to offer.

“Fuck,” she breathes and then the sexiest fucking whimper comes out of her as she shudders before I feel her pulsing on my fingers.

Kissing slowly up her stomach, she lays limp on the couch. “Did I kill you?” I joke.

“Yes. Many deaths.”

I chuckle, kissing up her neck, then I kiss her deeply. “I love spoiling my kitten.”

She smirks, shaking her head. “I’m always going to laugh when you say that.”

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