Page 70 of Your Rhythm
His hand slips down to squeeze my ass.
We’re on the next metro to Verdun ten minutes later and on my bed naked twenty minutes after that.
* * *
“Please. Oh, please.”
I beg over and over again as the stubble on his cheek brushes the insides of my thighs. His lips trail along the bottom of my stomach, across my hip bones, down to the tops of my knees. He kisses me places I didn’t even know could feel erotic, places that are currently setting the rest of my body on fire.
“Lick me, Matt. Please. Use your tongue.”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “Kay Fischer, saying please. I’ll never get tired of that.”
“I won’t be saying please for much longer if you keep taking your time. I’ll be putting your face between my legs myself and keeping it there of the rest of the night.”
“So tough,” he teases, “but I know you’re all talk. Lucky for you there’s nowhere else I’d rather have my face all night than here.”
I’m so desperate for him that even his breath between my legs is enough to make me jerk on the mattress. He hovers there for a moment and then just the tip of his tongue traces up the length of me.
“Fuck, Kay. You taste so good.”
All I can do is murmur something that sounds like ‘more.’
He flattens his tongue and does the same thing again, pressing hard as he licks all the way up and over my clit. When he shifts to slide a finger inside me I moan and arch my back, lifting myself onto my elbows so I can watch him work on me.
He breaks contact for a moment, but doesn’t look up. “You like to watch me do this, don’t you?”
“Mhmm.” I almost hiss.
This time he does lock eyes with me. “You filthy girl.”
In the next second he’s on his feet, resting his hands on his thighs as he sizes me up. I’m too busy being caught between petrified and mesmerized by the possessive look in his eyes to complain about the loss of his tongue.
“Turn around,” he orders, his voice raw. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I do as he says, shifting so I’m facing away from him, my arms trembling underneath me as I wait to feel him thrust inside me.
Instead, I find myself letting out a yelp as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls hard. He leans over me until his breath is hot on the back of my neck. His other hand cups my ass and squeezes as he growls his next words out just an inch from my ear.
“This is how filthy girls like you get their pussies licked.”
I don’t have time to react before he’s bending down behind me, gripping my ass with both hands as he goes back to using his tongue. This time there’s no teasing involved; he licks and sucks and moans against me, exactly where I need to feel him.
There’s something so primal, so...filthyabout being bent over like this that it has me shuddering with the beginnings of an orgasm in minutes. We’ve dirty talked before, but nothing like the obscene encouragement he’s now giving every time he takes his mouth off me.
“You like getting eaten out from behind, don’t you? You like how bad it makes you feel?”
“Yes,” I whimper, sinking my teeth into my shoulder to bite back a moan. “Yes, I like it.”
“That’s my bad girl. That’s my dirty, dirty girl.”
He slides one of his hands lower and trails his thumb along my slit before thrusting it inside me. I’m just registering the pleasure of the pressure when he takes it out and brings the pad of his thumb, now slick with my own wetness, up to rest against the tight hole he’s only barely gone near before.
He pauses, waiting for permission.
“You want it?”
My answer comes out on a single desperate breath: “Yesyesyesyes.”
