Page 29 of Her Paramedic
“What did I say?” He circled her clit. “Answer me,Talia.” He bit it again.
“Fuck!” she gasped. “To keep my eyes on you.”
“Mm.” He kissed her clit. “And did you do as I said, baby?” His fingers still moved in her, and he knew her orgasm was close.
“Slate I—”
“Did you?” he cut her off.
“No. But…” she trailed off.
He flicked his tongue against her clit. “Eyes on me, or you don’t get to cum.” He kissed her clit. “And that would be a shame, wouldn’t it? Now, tell me you understand.”
“I do. Baby, please.”
He took her clit back between his lips as he continued to work his fingers. It took half a minute for her climax to wash over her.
“Slate!” Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them on him as he moved down to replace his fingers with his tongue, tasting her release.
He’d been right. It was pure succulence, and he licked up every drop as her thighs quivered on his shoulders, and small gasps left her. Slate sat up, her legs falling to the bed, and slowly licked his fingers while she watched.
“The best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he stated as he leaned over her. He kissed her, slipped his tongue into her mouth to give her a taste.
When he pulled back, she caught his bottom lip with her teeth. He was doing his damnedest to stay in control, and she didn’t even know how much she was tempting him, didn’t realize she was playing with a fire that could start raging at any minute and engulf her. A gasp pushed past Talia’s lips, causing her to release his, and he assumed she saw exactly what he was thinking in his eyes.
Slate smirked at her, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Give me two more, and I’ll let you sleep.” He moved back down and placed her left leg over his shoulder. “Remember, eyes on me, gorgeous.”
“Yes, baby,” she breathed softly, and he slipped his tongue inside her, already craving another taste of her release.
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“...lia. Hello. Earth to Talia. Are you with us?”
Talia focused on Maya as she and another stylist, Whitney, looked at her with raised brows.
“I’m sorry, what?” Talia asked because she had missed what they had initially asked her.
“You’ve been distracted all day when you aren’t with a client. We just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
She smiled at them. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Talia was better than okay. She’d probably gotten some of the best sleep she’d had in a while last night, but she couldn’t deny that she was zoning out frequently, and the reason for her peaceful night of sleep was why she was zoning out. Her mind kept repeating the previous night’s events when she wasn’t with a client. The way Slate’s tongue felt on her clit, in her pussy. How he used it to bring her release multiple times. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d gotten head that phenomenal. Sure, she’d gotten some good head before, but she’d never be able to compare them to him. There was no competition.
And he’d taken his time as if he were tasting her, as if she were part of a wine sampling that he couldn’t get enough of. His entire focus had been on her pleasure, and she’d been damn near overwhelmed by the attention.
Her thoughts would shift to that predatory look that had taken over when she’d bitten his lip. Something about it made heat coil in her stomach, and the best apprehension settled in her body. It was as if she was pushing him, and he was doing everything he could to hold back—to only give her what he’dset out to. Talia felt like she’d probed the locked cage of a wild animal, and if she had continued, she would have set it free.
Then there was the way he commanded her, told her what he wanted, what he expected, and left no room for argument after getting her permission to touch, to taste. How he’d made her submit by his refusal to let her cum if she didn’t obey, because that was precisely what it had been. His asking for submission, and her handing it over without a second fucking thought.
All of that, and Talia knew it was only surface level, had discovered as much when she rattled the cage and could only imagine what she was in for when she opened it. She always prided herself on giving as good as she got. Most of her relationships were filled with and built on carnal passion, but she got the sense that he’d test her limits, and it was more than intriguing.
What she felt last night from his tongue, she could say with certainty, was more satisfying than sex with most of her past partners. She’d been thoroughly satisfied. So much so that she hadn’t remembered putting her shorts back on or falling asleep. The former of which she was sure Slate had done for her after cleaning her up.
It had briefly made her wonder in her musings if she was going down the same path of fun in the sheets and nothing more, but he’d agreed to go at her pace, and he hadn’t assumed she’d be willing to give him more than he’d asked for, more than she was ready to. He’d asked for express permission, and she knew that had she told him no, he wouldn’t have pushed. Talia knew if she felt like it was all sex and desire, she could talk to him about it.
In the meantime, she needed to limit how much she zoned out the rest of the day. A feat she knew was going to be impossible when the front door opened, and Slate walked in holding a flower arrangement. They noticed each othersimultaneously, and damn, did he look good. Monique, her receptionist, said something to him, and he pointed in her direction before approaching.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
