Page 39 of Every Inch of You
I pulled myself away from her again, ignoring her frustrated whines, and moved the desk chair behind myself so I could take a seat and settle myself between her open legs like a very unprofessional gynecologist. I wished I had stirrups. “Put your legs on myshoulders.”
“What?”
“Do it. Get comfortable. You’re going to be in this position for awhile.”
I felt her entire body tense up. “Oh shit,” she said to herself, trying to make it sound like a complaint, but the glossy, moist pink center of her was telling me all that I needed to know. I had spent hours and hours of my life wondering if her lower lips matched her juicy upper ones. They were engorged, for sure, but pretty and delicate. I leaned in and teased her clit with my tongue while squeezing her ass cheeks with my hands. I was ready to disappear into her, but first I was going to make her come until she begged me tostop.
My tongue pushed deep into her. I gave everything to this part of her that I would eventually give to her whole body. I licked and sucked and circled and flicked. I tapped and teased and rubbed and fluttered and pulsed. Her back was arched. She kept tensing up and crying out like she was in pain, quivering, and then she’d writhe around, her fingers reaching for my hair. She kept moaning and inching back away from me. “Oh God, it’s too much,” she whined. “It’s toomuch.”
I reached up and grasped both sides of her waist to pull her down towards mefurther.
She grabbed onto the sides of the desk. She was losing control of her body. The tremors and rolling waves had begun, and I alternately eased up and got more intense with my tongue. It was almost satisfying enough just to be able to drive her wild like this.Almost.
“Brad. Oh God, Brad, what are you doing tome?!”
Finally, I rubbed her clit with one hand while thrusting my tongue in and out and in and out, and then sucked hard on her clit until she shouted out and her body convulsed. I held onto her hips and watched her, so beautiful, ebbing and flowing, as she let go and withdrew into herself. Her hair was wild around her rosy face, her breasts swollen and still pink all over from the friction of mystubble.
I had spent hours and hours of my life imagining what Vivian Sparks would be like when she had an orgasm, and never came close to dreaming up anything as glorious as what she had just experienced beforeme.
After about a minute, she finally caught her breath and opened her eyes. She sighed. “Now what?” she said, smirking, her voice likewhiskey.
“Now we go back to my place andfuck.”
