Page 57 of When We Were Reckless
“What are you going to do?”
He gave me a wicked grin. “I’m going to use my fingers and lips and tongue to fuck that virginal pussy of yours.”
He grabbed my ass and dragged me to the end of the chaise. Then he wrapped his hand around my left ankle and bent my knee, planting my foot flat. “I’m going to lick you from slit to crack and everywhere in between, Sunshine Girl….” He did the same with my right foot, and I pushed myself up on my elbows to watch his face. That beautiful face that I loved so much.
“I’m going to shove my fingers into your sweet pussy and imagine it’s my cock that you’re clenching.” He dropped to his knees at my feet and knelt before me, pushing my thighs flat against the lounger before he moved up my body.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmured, hooking his finger around the string that held up my bikini top and sliding it up and down. “So wet it’s dripping down your thighs.”
Oh God.
I was going to die.
Sliding the fabric aside, his lips latched onto my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak while he squeezed and twisted the other one with his fingers. My back arched off the seat, and I held his head to my chest, my body writhing underneath him.
I wanted everything right now, but he tortured me, taking his time, and when he released my nipple, his lips moved down my body, over my stomach, his fingers trailing behind, touching everywhere his lips had. Lips and fingertips traced my scars. So gently. So reverently that I nearly cried.
I sucked in my breath. It was too much. I wanted to tell him to stop, but no words came out.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky, bringing tears to my eyes.
How could he say this meant nothing?
I wanted to cry, and I wanted to laugh, and I wanted to moan with pleasure. I think I did all three at once when his fingers and lips brushed over every inch of my skin and reached my bikini bottoms. Magically they disappeared.
No, that’s not true. It wasn’t magic that did it. It was his teeth. He tugged the string that was tied in a bow with his teeth, and oh God, this was happening. I was bare to him, and he sat back on his heels to take in the sight of me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
My thighs trembled under his touch. My whole body was shaking. I pushed myself up on my elbows again because I wanted to see him. I wanted to see his beautiful face and his lips and fingers, and I wanted to watch him perform magic.
“Jesse,” I whispered as he dipped his head, ready to take the first taste of me.
He paused and lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. He must have heard the tremor in my voice. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Stop thinking so hard. Just relax.”
I nodded. “I… I will. I just… I never did anything like this….”
He smiled, and it was such a sweet and tender smile. “I know. I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
As if I’d expected anything less.
When his tongue brushed my clit, my hips bucked against his face, and a whimper escaped my lips.
My fingers gripped his hair and tugged as he did what he’d promised he would. He fucked me with his fingers and his tongue and his mouth.
Licking, tasting, teasing.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
One thick finger slid inside me, and I gasped at the intrusion as it reached and curled and hit a spot that made me scream his name so loud that I was glad we didn’t have any neighbors close by. I wasn’t in control of my own body or the sounds that came out of my mouth. I wasn’t thinking about anything at all, except how good this felt.
“That’s it, baby. Fall apart for me. Fuck my fingers.”
He pumped his finger in and out, his eyes locked on mine, gauging my reaction before he replaced his finger with his tongue. And oh my God, when he pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed the tight bundle of nerves, that did it.
