Page 124 of Beyond the Lines
I alternate between her breasts, licking and sucking while my fingers maintain their rhythm between her legs. Her breathing grows more erratic, her thighs tensing on either side of my hand. I can tell she’s close—she’s pulsing around my fingers, her clit swollen.
She comes. Her entire body goes taut, then trembles, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers as she cries out my name. I keep my eyes on her face, memorizing every micro-expression, every flutter of her eyelashes, and every parted-lip gasp.
When she finally goes limp, I withdraw my fingers gently and press a soft kiss to her sternum, feeling her heart racing beneath my lips. “See?” I say. “Art.”
“That was…” she breathes, looking dazed.
“Just the beginning,” I finish for her, kissing my way down her stomach. “I want to taste you.”
Her pupils dilate further. “Yes.”
I position myself between her legs again, but instead of lowering my head, I put my hands under her ass and lift her.
“Dec, what the?—”
Still holding her in the air, I position myself on my back and lower her onto my face. A flush spreads across her cheeks, but she moves with me.
“I’ve never…” she starts, uncertainty flashing across her face.
“Trust me,” I say, my hands on her hips, steadying her. “And don’t look away.”
Our eyes lock as I swipe my tongue. She gasps, her hands flying to the headboard for support. She tastes like salt and musk—a flavor I’m quickly becoming addicted to. I work my tongue against her, circling her clit, dipping inside her, and alternating pressure and patterns.
All while maintaining eye contact.
It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced—watching her face while I pleasure her, seeing every flicker of sensation pass across her features. She can barely keep her eyes open through the pleasure, but she doesn’t look away.
Her confidence grows with each passing second, her body undulating above me, using my mouth for her pleasure. It’s almost like she’s using me to rebuild her confidencein real-time, and I’m happy to oblige, to let her ride my face like it’s a saddle.
Because I love her.
The realization doesn’t hit me like a thunderbolt—it settles over me like dawn.
A gentle brightening of something that was already there.
Of course I love her.
How could I not?
Her second orgasm takes her by surprise, her eyes widening before squeezing shut as she shudders above me. I hold her through it, my mouth gentler now, easing her down from the peak. When she can breathe again, she looks down at me with an impish smile.
“That was… something….” she says.
I laugh. “I believe the technical term is ‘cunnilingus.’”
She swats at me weakly. “Shut up.”
Then she reaches behind for me, her hand finding my erection through my sweatpants. She eases up off me and works her way down, until her slick pussy is only inches from my hard cock, although separated by the sweatpants. That’s not a problem, for long, and my cock springs free.
She settles her weight on my thighs, one hand wrapped around my cock. Her fingers explore me with a curiosity that makes me both amused and achingly hard. She takes her time, watching my face as she strokes up and down, her grip tightening when she reaches the head, and loosening on the downstroke.
“You’re good at that,” I manage, my voice rougher than I intended.
She smiles, a hint of wickedness in the curve of her lips. “I’m paying attention.”
“To what?”
“To what you like.” Her thumb swipes over the head, spreading the bead of moisture she finds there. “The way your breath catches when I do this—” She twists her wrist slightly on the upstroke, and sure enough, my breath catches. “Or how your muscles tense when I go first lower myself onto you.”
