Page 8 of Midnight Kisses
I couldn’t think of any, other than, ‘how fast can you make a girl come with your tongue?’
“Maybe my pants won’t be enough.” He took a pillow from the chaise and tossed it on the floor. “There.” Then he nodded at the chaise. “You, sit.”
I did as directed and leaned back, propping myself up so I could see him over my belly as I gripped the hem of my dress and took over the task of tugging the fabric up my thighs. Emboldened by the hungry glint in his eye, I took my time, loving how powerful I felt.
A tortured groan fell out of his mouth. “For fuck’s sake. You’re the one who said we had to hurry. Let me.”
I gestured for him to help himself and he didn’t need telling twice. Roughly, he shoved the fabric up over my hips. Then the stranger dove, face first, into my pussy.
My rough exhalation made my bangs dance over my forehead. I couldn’t do much but let my head fall back and try to hold onto my dress as he ran his nose up and down my lacy underwear, nuzzling as he breathed in. A guttural inhale tumbled out of my mouth—it had been forever since someone had kissed me like this. My ex-boyfriend was so bad at it I’d pretended it wasn’t something I was into. But this handsome stranger was pressing wet, hungry kisses over the thin barrier of my underwear, and when his tongue darted out and sampled the wetness that had seeped into the fabric when I’d first caught sight of his erection, I shivered. He lavished my pussy with attention like we weren’t in a public bathroom, fifteen minutes before midnight at one of the biggest events of the year. He licked like he had all the time in the world.
I was squirming when he finally ran a finger along the edge of the lace, either testing or teasing me.
“Yes, please,” I breathed.
“Please what?” he said with a wicked grin, made all the more wicked by the framing of my knees on either side of his head.
“Please give me more.”
He ran one digit up and down my slit over my panties, teasing me.
“Not like that.”
“Like what? You can tell me. I’d love to hear something filthy come out of those prim, pretty lips.”
I hesitated.
In response, he put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it.
“That.” I nodded. “I want that. Inside me.”
“Just this one?”
I bit my lip, and he waited extremely patiently for a man on his knees with a raging erection. His eyes were only a few inches away from my spread legs now, and before I could worry if I was being too brazen—maybe there was no such thing?—I forced myself to speak.
“Maybe two?”
His middle finger joined his index in his mouth and he lasciviously drew them out, letting me see his saliva ease their passage.
“Since you asked so nicely.” His grin revealed a single mischievous dimple.
With his other hand, he gripped the top of my panties under the gentle fold of my belly and tugged them down. I kicked them off and didn’t look where they landed.
Then he got to work.
My stranger ate pussy like he made conversation; bluntly, with little regard for what was polite. His two fingers, wet from his mouth, added yet more lubrication as he ran them up and down my slit before using them to part my folds.
The first pass of his tongue against my very warm centre had me yelping. He didn’t flinch, didn’t pause. He wrapped his other arm around my thigh and fastened his lips over my clit, sucking intently before releasing me from the exquisite torment and soothing that needy bunch of nerves with the point of his tongue.
No, there was nothing soothing about it, I decided. There was barely time to breathe before he began circling my opening with the blunt tips of his fingers. Before I could catch a thought, he was pressing one finger into my hot channel, then the second. He screwed his fingers with little twists as his tongue flirted with my clit.
Everything below my belly felt hot and needy, and I was so wet the thrusts of his hand were becoming noisy. I whimperedand must have been wiggling too much, because abruptly he pulled his fingers out. Ignoring my protests, he wrapped both arms around my thighs, lifting me up to his mouth so he could devour me completely. His tongue thrust at my entrance and he licked his way inside me, slurping up the juice from my body like it was the world’s most exquisite delicacy.
I threw an arm over my eyes and a moan escaped my throat—long, low and needy.
“What was that?” He looked up to ask.
When my head snapped back down to meet his eyes, my breath caught in my throat. I took in his smooth, perfect features and the dark circles under his eyes, which somehow made him look even more handsome. Right now, his grey gaze was ravenous as his mouth and chin glistened. That was fromme.
