Page 125 of The Ex Factor

I kept my eyes on her and ran a soft tongue between her slit. A gasp, but her eyes remained on me.

“You’ll have to tell me what you like,” I said.

She nodded with greed, and I watched her fist the bedsheet in preparation. I pushed my hands under her to lift her buttocks and licked again. I ran my tongue from her bottom hole, sliding all the way up, ending at her clit, and swirled my tongue around it.

For the next few minutes, all I heard were gasps followed by long moments of breathless silence. I pulled my right hand from below her and threaded it around her leg. With two fingers, I coaxed open her plush, swollen lips to reach her clit. Full, erect, and ready to burst. I flicked it with my tongue, and her pelvis rose with a jerk. I pulled back and sucked on her fleshy lips instead. I let my finger roll around the wet clit as I nipped at her outer flesh.

The next time I reached her clit, she slipped her hand into my hair and clutched it in her fists.

“Slightly to the left,” she directed, indicating the sweet spot for her.

I shifted my tongue to my left. She whimpered. “The other left. My left,” she instructed.

“Sorry.”

When I brought my tongue to her desired spot, she shuddered and let out an audible gasp.

“Fuck, Sujit! You are a fucking god!”

My chest flushed with pride, and I felt myself leaking, but it wasn’t my turn. Not yet.

Carefully, I added varying amounts of pressure as I devoured her.

“Please!” she cried finally. “Please let me breathe!”

I looked up at her and cocked an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t I be the one begging for breath, considering it is my face that is buried?”

An unexpected laughter rocked her body as she closed her legs and beckoned me. “Come here, you sassy man.”

I slid up her body and put my mouth on hers, allowing her to taste herself on me. In turn, she kissed me with a voracious greed that inundated every raging cell in my body with pleasure.

“Take it as a huge compliment when I say that you’re even better than my toys.”

I smirked. “You got any here?”

Her eyes twinkled. “What do you think? I’ve been living alone, trying to fend off my intense attraction to a man who sets my loins on fire. Of course, I have my toys here.”

“Go, get your favorite one. I want to watch you use it.”

“In time, my good man. I want to enjoy you first.”

The words sent a thrill down my body. She straddled me, grazing herself against my cock, straining through the fabric of my trousers. I felt her warmth through the two layers of fabric.

“Tell me what you want,” I rasped in her ear as she bent over to reach my mouth.

“I want you naked, right now,” she whispered. “I want you ramming into me, pounding me so hard that I forget myself. Until there’s no me and you, just us, melded together. I want to linger at that threshold where pleasure and pain become one, until I cease to exist.”

A distinct recollection from my French philosophy class flashed before my mind. “Sounds like jouissance,” I said with a gentle frown.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Jouissance. It means?—”

“I know what it means,” she cut in. “I didn’t know you did!” The surprise had widened into a grand smile.

“Well, then get your toy,” I ordered. “We’ll need it for jouissance.”

She raised a suspicious eyebrow.

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