Page 45 of About That One Night
I smirk, sliding a finger inside her while my tongue teases her clit. “You love it when I make you feel like this, don’t you?”
Her breath hitches, and she moans louder. “God, yes. I love it. Please, don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until you come for me, baby. I want to feel you come all over my fingers and tongue.”
She gasps, her hips bucking against my mouth. “Max, I’m so close,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. I can feel her body trembling under my touch. The soft curves of her hips fit perfectly in my hands, and I can’t resist running my thumbs over the sensitive skin there. She tastes like salt and honey, and I can’t get enough.
“Yes, baby?” I ask, my voice husky with desire. My cock is already straining against my pants, eager to be inside her. But I want to take my time, to savor every moment with her.
She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. “I want you,” she whispers. “I need you, Max.”
My name on her lips is like a drug, and I can’t resist any longer. I bury my face between her legs, my tongue delving into her wetness. She tastes like heaven, and I could spend hours exploring every inch of her. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer, and I can feel her getting closer to the edge.
I can feel her orgasm building, and I want to be inside her when she loses control. I pull back, my breath hot on her skin. She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure. I can see the trust in her eyes, and it makes me want her even more.
I want to drink her orgasm, hear her plead for me, and so I thrust a finger inside her, pushing it deep, feeling her warmth and slickness coat my skin.
“You want me to make you come, baby?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
She nods, unable to speak. I add another finger, filling her up. I bend down, my breath hot on her clit.I nibble gently, teasing her. She writhes beneath me, her hips bucking up to meet my fingers.
“Yes, Max, just like that,” she cries out, her nails digging into my scalp.
I love being on my knees, worshipping her, eating her delicious cunt. I continue to fuck her with my fingers, my tongue flicking against her clit. I can feel her orgasm building, her walls tightening around me. And I stop because I want her on the edge, but not yet coming for me. I smirk at her. I can’t believe how wet she is, my fingers easily slipping in and out of her tight heat.
“Max, don’t stop.” Her voice trembles with desire.
“You want me to make you come, baby?” My voice is low, and I can feel her shudder in response.
I lean in, my lips mere inches from her swollen clit. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Her hips buck upwards, her breath catching in her throat. “Max, please,” she moans. “I need it so badly. Please, don’t make me wait. I’ll do anything, just please make me come.”
This siren is always enchanting me, making me want more, and now that I can have it . . . I want to milk it until I satiate my desire.
“But first, I’m going to enjoy every bit of you.”
I dive in, my tongue lapping at her wet folds, exploring every crevice, every swollen bundle of nerves. Her taste is intoxicating, like the smoothest single malt whiskey. Her hands grip my hair, nails digging into my scalp as she arches her back, offering herself up to me. And oh, how I intend to feast.
“You taste so fucking good,” I groan, my fingersplunging into her wetness, adding to the delicious juices coating my face. “I could eat you out all night, baby.”
Her moans grow louder, more desperate. “Max, please,” she pants. “I need more.”
“Greedy girl,” I murmur, my voice dripping with lust. “You want my fingers and my tongue, don’t you? You want to come all over my face.”
“Yes,” she cries out. “I want it so bad. Make me come, Max. Make me scream.” Her moans spur me on, and I pick up the pace, my tongue dancing over her swollen bud, sucking and nipping as I go. My fingers work in tandem, curling inside her, stroking her silken walls.
“Oh, fuck, Max,” she pants, her hips bucking against my face. “I’m so close.”
With renewed vigor, I redouble my efforts, my tongue relentless in its pursuit of her orgasm. Her juices are flowing freely now, coating my chin and her thighs, the scent of her arousal intoxicating me further.
“You’re such a good girl,” I murmur against her folds, my voice dripping with lust. “I love the way you taste, the way you give yourself to me.”
I suck hard on her clit, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that perfect spot. “Come for me, Zoe,” I command, my voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come apart.”
With a final flick of my tongue and a thrust of my fingers, she shatters, her orgasm crashing over her as she trembles beneath my touch. “That’s it, good girl,” I groan, holding her tight, my tongue lappingup every last drop of her orgasm as her tremors subside.
This woman. Zoe. I don’t know what she’s doing to me, but I pray to whoever listens that this isn’t the only night she lets me break the rules. I need more than that to purge her from my system—so much more.
