Page 28 of Her Paramedic
“Aside from Killian and Axel, yeah. At least as much as you can get when there are eight people, but nothing near what you all have going on.”
They continued conversing while she finished cooking, and it tasted as good as it had smelled.
“This is delicious, gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she responded, before a sly smile spread across her lips. “And if that’s the noise you make for good food, I can only imagine what noises you make inothersituations,” she finished, quoting him from a few weeks ago.
Slate chuckled. “I can show you.”
“I might let you,” she countered.
Slate stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of boxers after his shower. After dinner, they’d watched two movies and were turning in since Talia had to work the following day. He knew his body was on night shift time, and it would take him a minute to fall asleep, but he didn’t mind.
Talia was sitting on the bed, dressed in shorts and a cami. The shorts were tiny, riding up her thighs, and he knew if she stoodand bent over, the bottom of her ass cheeks would be on display. Her top was short, exposing her midriff, and Slate couldn’t help but think she chose it on purpose. She turned, caught him staring, and smiled at him, that spark of mischief present in her eyes.
Yeah, she chose that shit on purpose;he thought. But he was not complaining.
“Will you turn the light off for me?” she asked, and he did, leaving the lamps beside the bed to cast a soft glow.
“Will you do something for me?” he asked, approaching the bed.
“What’s that?” Talia questioned.
He moved up from the end of the bed and hooked his arms under her knees, pulling her down. Talia gasped, and he ran his tongue along her lips. “Test these leg rests.”
Slate skimmed his lips along her jawline before kissing down her neck. He nipped at the swell of her breast, and she released a moan. He didn’t let the top deter him from tender bites, taking them through the soft fabric.
Soft kisses were placed along the exposed skin of her midriff, his tongue following behind them as he tasted her skin. He wanted nothing more than to take his time, to feel her wrapped around his tongue and dick, but he’d settle for the former tonight. Slate wasn’t a hurried lover, preferring to take his time, and if he did that tonight, she’d have angry clients in the morning because he could almost guarantee she wouldn’t make it on time.
He grabbed the waistband of her shorts with his teeth, pulled it back, and then released it, allowing it to snap softly against her skin. He moved lower, inhaling her scent, and he had to hold back a groan. She smelled like nectar and the sweetest of pomegranates.
“Talia,” he stated, gripping the sides of her shorts, and he didn’t miss the way a shiver rolled through her body. She enjoyed it when he said her name that way, put an inflection on it that spoke of all the filthy things he wanted to do to her. He had suspected she liked it. Now he knew for sure. “Give me an answer.”
He hadn’t explicitly asked her a question, but he wouldn’t continue if she didn’t give him an answer and grant him consent. She nodded at him, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“I need words, baby. Will you test out these leg rests? Will you let me slip my tongue into your pussy?”
She gasped, hips jerking slightly like a string attached them to his words and was pulled.
“Yes…please.”
Such a soft plea sparked a primal instinct to claim her. One he tempered down, held at bay. She’d given him permission, and he wasted no time ridding her of her shorts. He hooked his arms back under her knees and took in the sight. She was wet for him, pretty lips glistening.
“Such a gorgeous little pussy,” he stated. “I bet she tastes as good as she looks,” he added, locking eyes with her. He lowered his head, holding her gaze, and planted the softest kiss on her pussy. “I want you to watch. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
He placed her legs on his shoulders and gave her pussy a slow swipe of his tongue. Her moan filtered into the room. Slate flattened his tongue and gave her another languid lick, firming his tongue only to flick it against her clit. He pulled more moans from her as he continued the slow swipes of his tongue before slipping it inside of her, and he released one of his own.
He was convinced that if paradise were a fruit, if heaven had a signature flavor, it would be Talia. There was no other way to describe it. It was like his tongue was wrapped in bliss. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he’d enjoyed some appetizing pussy in hisday, but damn if this one taste didn’t have him addicted, didn’t feel like his taste buds hadn’t existed until now.Fuck.
He swirled his tongue inside her, attempting to touch each of her walls with it. The moans she gave him spurred him on. Slate knew he didn’t have all night, but he wanted to take it, totasteto his heart’s content, until he couldn’t differentiate the sweetness of her pussy from anything else. But he wouldn’t be that selfish. At least tonight. He’d make her cum a couple of times, bask in what he knew would be the best aphrodisiac before letting her sleep.
His tongue flicked inside her, and she moved with him, her hips rocking in time with his tongue. Slate watched her, held those honey eyes captive with his as he removed his tongue from her and circled her clit with it. Her breath hitched, her stomach dipped, and he slid two fingers into her. She was just as tight around his fingers as she had been around his tongue.
“You’re squeezing my fingers so tight, baby.” He kissed her clit. “Just as tight as you were around my tongue. I can only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around my dick.”
He added another finger, curled his middle finger, brushing against that bundle of nerves, his other fingers brushing against her walls. Slate took her clit into his mouth and sucked. The way she bucked against him let him know he could overstimulate her easily if he wanted to.
He manipulated her pussy with his fingers, worked her clit with his tongue. Slate knew the exact moment her orgasm built. Her hips moved faster, wanting him to speed up his ministrations. Then her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilting back, and he couldn’t have that. Slate gripped her chin with his free hand as he bit her clit, drawing a deep gasp from her.
