Page 38 of Can I Tell You Something?
‘Watch me taste you, Hannah.’
He sticks out his tongue and sweeps it straight through me, a teasing lick that has his eyes rolling back. Heat blooms through me when he licks again, savouring, then devouring.
Past his shoulder I see his hips rocking against the bed and it turns me on even more to know how desperate he’s feeling, too.
‘Look at you, dirty girl, getting your needy pussy eaten. Ride my face, don’t be shy, I can take it.’
Holy fuck!The sensation is unreal. His words flooding my brain in a way he’d never be able to while his mouth is solely focused on giving me pleasure. Cameron pulls back a little then pushes my legs wider, his thumbs spreading me open before he dives back in, the pressure coiling tighter.
‘You’re holding back on me, Hannah. I said ride my fucking tongue.’
My legs ache to push together, to clamp around his head, but he has them pinned hard and all I can do is squirm and thrust, fuck up against his hungry mouth.
‘Are you aching to be filled up right now?’
My eyes widen, head flailing from side to side as I fist the sheets beside my hips.
‘You have to be quiet. Hold your moan, baby.’
He raises an eyebrow along with his voice in my ear as my hands release their grip, both clamping over my mouth.
‘I know it feels so good. You want to scream right?’
I nod hard. How I haven’t made a noise yet is beyond me, not with the way he’s licking and sucking, pulling my orgasm to the brink.
‘But you can’t. You have to be so good for me, baby.’
I am, I am, I am,I want to scream as my hips buck faster against his face.
‘That’s it, my good girl. You’re doing so good. So good…but I think you need more, right?’
Cameron looks up at me, his lips glistening, watching for my approval. I hold myself up on my forearms to see him properly. He doesn’t look away, but my eyes cast downward to watch as he circles me with one finger, spreading my wetness around before pushing into me and crooking upwards. My head falls back.
‘Don’t you dare look away from me now, Hannah.’
I snap my head up to watch him again. How? How the hell is he saying the precise things I need to hear in the moment?
Slowly, he adds another finger, and watches, wide-eyed and wanton, where they slip in and out of me.
He licks his lips, then sticks out his tongue again, the pointed tip circling my clit, flicking firmly against it while sparks fire behind my eyes.
The pressure not to scream is so intense it almost hurts. I grab the pillow from the other side of the bed and slam it over my face, biting hard into the stuffing. I don’t care if I tear it.
My hips lift from the bed, but Cameron reaches underneath my thigh, looping one arm around my waist to pin me down while he fucks me with his hand. His lips purse around my clit, sucking with the perfect pressure to send that white heat shooting up my spine, down my legs, into my fingertips, my soul.
‘Let me see how pretty you are when you come. Come for me, Hannah. Come. Come.’
And I do. My need for release has been building all day, longer. Months. Everything tightens, then shatters as I fall apart for him, his hands on my skin, his mouth lapping me through it, his heavy breathing in my earbud.
A few seconds later, I feel him pulling the pillow away, and my arms down with it.
‘Open your mouth, Hannah. Clean up the mess you made.’
My mouth is open before I can even process what he’s said, my core clenching at the absence of him as he looms over me, his fingers smearing a wet circle around my lips before stroking them over my tongue. Nobody has ever done this to me before and it’s so fucking filthy. I love it.
I lap at them hungrily, sucking the wetness from his forefinger first, then his middle finger. When he pushes a third finger in between my lips, I realise why I feel so empty. He filled and stretched me while he took everything from me. I’ve never come like that in my life.
‘That’s my good fucking girl. I knew you’d be so hot when you come.’
