Page 97 of The Love Syllabus

“Still nervous?” He asks.

Walls completely down, I nod. My voice is barely above a whisper when I confess, “I’ve never come this way. It may take a while or not happen at all.”

His lips curl into a confident smile. He drags his lips higher, so close, sounbearablyclose. “That’s only because you’ve never had me between your legs.”

Finally, his mouth claims me, and his tongue…oh, God, his tongue is skilled, long, and sinfully fast.

He licks me from bottom to top, savoring every inch, tasting me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. I gasp, my back arching as heat explodes through my pussy.

He groans against me, deep and gritty with his fingers digging into my thighs as he pulls me closer, burying his face between my legs, feeding like a man starved.

“Oh, my—”

I can’t even finish the thought before he does it again, lapping, flicking, teasing, and driving me insane. His tongue is merciless. He sucks my clit, hard and slow, before flattening his tongue and licking me so deep and thorough I swear my soul leaves my body.

I grab ahold of his head, desperate to keep control, but Vic is stronger and ruthless in his determination to make me fall apart. I try to pull him away, but he growls, low and possessive, and shoves my thighs even wider.

“You’re not going anywhere, baby.” His voice is scratched, muffled by the slick mess he’s making of me. “I’ve barely even gotten started.”

And then he slides two of his fingers into me slow and deep, stretching, curling, finding that spot. That dangerous, devastating spot I read about, wondered about, but now feel.

“Vic!” I scream with tears in my eyes.

He watches me, staring straight through me, his fingers moving in sync with his mouth. “Relax for me,” he says as a gentle command. “Let me in. Let me make you feel good.”

He strokes, sucks, and circles his tongue in a perfect, merciless rhythm. I dig my nails into his scalp, but it only spurs him on. His fingers move faster, harder, and deeper with each stroke.

I feel the pressure building, winding so tight it’s unbearable.

Until Vic roughly commands, “Give it to me. Come for me, Kerry. Now.”

His fingers curl, his tongue flicks, and I shatter. I convulse, I scream, I lose myself completely. My body writhes, and jerks. I’m trapped in the grip of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

And Vic holds me through it, drawing out my orgasm until I physically can’t take anymore. I sob his name, trying to push his head away, but he shakes me off and groans, dragging his tongue through every quivering aftershock.

I want more, and judging by the way he smirks while wiping his mouth, he knows it. He knows I’m hooked.

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

I can barely breathe. My legs are weak, my skin is flushed, and my body’s spent. I sink into the seat, trying to come back down to earth, but Vic is nowhere near done.

Without a word, he lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his warm, solid chest. My head lolls against his shoulder, completely relaxed, while he presses soft, lazy kisses along my jaw, my temple, and the shell of my ear.

Just as my breathing slows, just as I start to slip into the haze of satisfaction, his hand moves between my legs.

Oh, fuck.

I let out a soft, breathy moan as his fingers trace over my still-sensitive clit, moving slow and meticulously stroking me. He doesn’t try to push me over the edge, not yet. He only prolongs my pleasure and keeps me feeling leveled.

“Vic…” My voice is weak.

“Shhh, baby.” His lips brush against my ear, his voice rough and deep. “Just enjoy it.”

His fingers keep moving, gentle but insistent, coaxing me into another high, but it’s softer, deeper this time. My body responds instantly. My legs fall open, and a helpless whimper escapes my lips as another orgasm washes over me.

“That’s it, Kerry. Release it. You’re safe with me.” He murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”

My eyes flutter closed at the pleasure rushing through my veins. It’s slower this time, different, but just as intense.

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