Page 67 of Tempt Me

I used more force to stroke her with my tongue like I’d do with extra-cold ice cream. But Jamila was anything but cold. She was heat, and silk, and sweetness on my tongue. I never wanted to leave.

“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.”

As I knelt between her legs, cool air hit my wet pussy. I was as turned on as she was. Her quiet grunts told me she loved what I was doing. I delved the tip of my tongue inside her, then trailed it up almost to her clit, then back down.

When she gasped, I buried my face in her, wanting to draw out her pleasure and the moment as long as I could.

“Shift,” she said, her voice strained. “Knees by my chest. Ass up here.”

I did as she commanded. We were parallel, not quite sixty-nine, and she had a full view of my ass. Wetness dribbled down my inner thigh.

“Back to work. On my clit now.”

Resting one elbow on the bed next to her hip, I slung my other arm across her. Using my thumbs, I spread her wide, revealing her swollen clit. I started out gentle, recalling how sensitive my own clit became, but she gritted out, “Harder,” with a smack to my butt cheek.

“You sure you want to do that with my mouth on your clit? There’s, like, a bazillion nerves down here.”

“You’re a good girl,” she said, tracing a line from my stinging cheek to within an inch of my center. “You won’t hurt me.”

I peered around my shoulder. She watched me from the pillow, her eyes half-shut in pleasure.

“Never.” I got back to work, circling her clit once with my tongue before closing my lips around it and sucking for all I was worth. She put her hand where I needed it, not rubbing this time, but pressing, a reminder that she was in charge, but also an assurance that she’d take care of me. I hollowed my cheeks.

Her hips bowed up. “Goddamn,girl. Yes!”

As I sucked, she rubbed my pussy and then slipped a finger between my legs to tap my clit. Sparks raced up my spine. Holy cow. I was as close as she was.

I kept going.

I alternated sucking and licking until she cried out, her legs going stiff. Her hand stilled on me. I eased her down from the orgasm with softer laps and kisses until she relaxed. Looking forward to a cuddle—if she’d let me—I put a hand on the bed to press up.

“Stop,” she croaked. “We’re not done.”

“But—” My protest died when she started rubbing me fast, and my orgasm roared closer. I rested my cheek on her thigh and gazed at the wet wreck I’d made of her pretty pussy while she stroked, pinched, and tapped until my legs shook and everything clenched. I moaned in relief.

“That’s a good girl,” she said as my knees gave out, and I flopped to the bed on my hip.

I looked up at her lazy smile. “Why was that such a turn-on? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you, baby girl. You’re hardwired to please people. That’s why you like it so much.”

“That tracks, I guess. And you’re hardwired to be in charge?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Must be nice.” What would it be like to get off on ordering people around and to have them listen to you?

She snorted. “Except when it gets me in trouble.”

“You mean with that reporter?”

She stroked my hip like she stroked Quill. “Yeah, that…and one time in bed.”

I really didn’t want to think about Jamila in bed with anyone else, not with my core still buzzing from her touch, but Jamila never opened up about anything personal. I’d take everything she wanted to give me. “Really? What happened?”

She looked up at the ceiling, and I held my breath. She was so guarded.

“It was another friends-with-benefits situation but with a guy. He’s just as bossy as I am.”

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