Page 53 of Wicked Scorn
“Tell me how you feel,” he encourages, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin as they inch closer to my pussy. Swirls and shapes but I can’t focus enough to figure out what each is.
“So good,” I manage to whisper, my breath hitching as his proximity intensifies the sensations coursing through me. “Reallygood.” I mentally roll my eyes at myself for not being able to come up with anything more articulate to say. He’s literally stealing my brain cells.
“Remember. Wrapped around your finger. You’re in control,” he says, his tone gentle yet firm. “If you want to stop or change anything, just open your cute mouth and say the word.”
As his fingers continue to explore and tease, I feel my impatience growing. I want him more than I want anything else. I want him to touch me there, to make me come, and to come for me. I feel him sliding my panties down and I’m exposed.
As if my mind is disconnected from my body, I feel myself bow backwards at the first touch of Jeremiah’s warm tongueagainst my sensitive center, and I can’t help but gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. I force my back to meet his bed again before looking down and his eyes are locked onto mine as he continues to explore me down there.
“Does this feel good, bunny?” he asks, his voice low and controlled. “You taste so good. My new favorite flavor.”
“Y-yes,” I stammer, finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than the waves of pleasure that are threatening to engulf me. “It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”
“Thank fuck, I have to tell you I’ve watched enough porn that I knew what to do but you’re the first girl I’ve ever touched like this,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin as his tongue utters those against my pussy.
His sudden confession catches me off guard, and I find myself holding my breath. He chose right now to tell me, when my legs are shaking to the point he grips my thighs, turning his head to kiss the soft flesh he finds there.
“Never?” My brows knit together, trying to reconcile the confession with the man who seems so sure, so in control.
“Never,” he repeats, “Always felt too damn intimate, and it wasn’t something I wanted to share with anyone. Just you, only ever you.”
His lips press against the insides of my thighs, soft and reverent, and I shudder. When his mouth finally finds me, it’s a shock of pure sensation. His tongue is relentless, exploring every fold, every hidden corner, and I’m gasping, gripping the sheets as if they’re a lifeline.
“God, Jeremiah,” I whisper, my breath ragged as I struggle to form coherent thoughts. My entire worldview narrows down to the feeling of his mouth on me. “I…don’t know what to do.”
“Shh, it’s okay,” he reassures me, his voice steady and calmas he guides me through this. “Just focus on how you feel and let me take care of the rest.”
“Right there—don’t stop,” I manage through clenched teeth as he hits a spot that sends stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Fuck, Oakley,” he groans against me, the vibrations sending another rush of pleasure coursing through me. I can tell he’s reveling in this; in the power he has to unravel me.
“Jeremiah, please,” I beg, no longer able to contain my need. The sound of my own desperation is almost embarrassing, but I can’t bring myself to care. All that matters in this moment is the overwhelming desire for release.
“More,” I plead, the urgency of my need coating everything spewing from my mouth.
“Let go, bunny,” he encourages, his voice low and sensual as he pushes me closer and closer to the brink. “All over my tongue. I want to taste you.”
With one final flick of his tongue and his words, I let myself go. Being pulled under by a wave that crashes over me, over and over again. Stuck in the undertow of this feeling. The sheer intensity wracking my body is beyond reason. It’s a blinding white light behind my eyelids, and it robs me of speech, of thought, of everything but the raw feeling of his mouth on me. It’s a rush of heat and wetness, leaving me helpless.
I watch as Jeremiah’s eyes widen in surprise as he laps at my tight hole, and I can’t help but feel a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. Oh God, I think I just peed on him. In his mouth. I’m never going to recover from this.
“Jeremiah, I’m so sorry,” I stammer, my cheeks flushing with mortification. “I didn’t know that could happen. I…”
“Oakley, don’t apologize,” he interrupts, his voice lacedwith arousal. “That was incredible. You’re incredible. You squirted because you let go and gave me everything I was asking for, baby.” I feel warmth of a different kind invade me as he reassures me. I’ve heard of squirting. I do have an older brother and I eavesdropped on their conversations all the time. I just never knew what it actually was, but apparently, I can do it and it’s not peeing on someone. So yay, I won’t be dying of embarrassment right this second.
“What about you?” I ask hesitantly, still unsure of myself, but pushing to sit up, fully prepared to give him the best of myself, “I don’t know how. Can you show me how to?”
“Hey,” he says softly, placing a hand on my cheek and making me look directly into his eyes, and I can’t help but notice how his lips glisten from my orgasm. “This is about you right now, bunny. Trust me, seeing you like this is more than enough for me. Besides, I came in my pants like a fucking schoolboy just from licking you,” he says it so seriously, and I don’t think he’s exaggerating.
“Like a horny pretty boy?” I tease, though warmth blooms in my chest at the thought of him losing control because of me.
“Exactly like that. You always did underestimate the effect you have on me,” he admits, the corner of his mouth quirking up before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my lips and I can taste myself on him. “The sweetest, don’t you think?” Jeremiah flicks his tongue out to swipe across mine. Before I can answer, he’s suggesting, “Are you ready to try again?”
“A-again?” I ask tentatively, did I hear him right?
“I didn’t stutter, Oakley,” he confirms, his green eyes glinting with playfulness. “I want you to give me everything you’ve got, bunny. I know you’ve got a couple more for me.”
With that, Jeremiah’s lips find my neck, kissingand nipping at the tender skin as his hands roam over my body, reigniting the desire that still lingers just beneath the surface. This time, however, I let go of my inhibitions and allow myself to fully embrace the sensations he’s creating within me.
