Page 147 of Green Flag
From a self-proclaimed lover of the tease, I fully intended to relish in this. But each of her exhales became a sob; she needed release so badly. She lifted herself further into my mouth.
I could see the tear tracks down her cheeks glistening in the low light, her teeth so deep in her bottom lip that they were paling. They’d have little divots from her bite.
Her clit in my mouth, I flicked my tongue before lightly sucking and then she was writhing under my touch, her hands deep within my hair, digging into my skull. She screamed as she came, a loud, pained cry, but I continued, watching her as the strangled noise ripped from her throat.
My lips fastened to her clit, I didn’t let up.
She’d said no penetration… but could I press my tongue into her? I’d always been a firm believer that eating pussy included fingers.
I may have been inside of her already… but that had been a happy accident.
Caressing her opening with my tongue, I gently, slowly grazed my fingers up her thighs, feeling them tense, her spread legs inching closer together as if to defend herself. But her moans remained consistent, somewhere between murmuring my name and high-pitched whimpers.
When my tongue trailed back up to her clit, my finger encircled her pussy, stroking lightly.
“Yes,” she sobbed, squirming down onto my hand, encouraging my finger’s entrance. “Yes, Luca.”
A pleased hum vibrated from her lips when I dipped my finger into her, down to the first knuckle, pulsing inside.
Her whine was loud, frustrated as my fingers massaged her thighs, sitting back on my heels, watching her squeal in frustration.
“More,” she begged. “More, please.”
Panting, she lifted up on her elbows to glare down at me over her heaving chest.
“Luca,” she moaned. “Luca, you’ve got to. I’m so empty. You need to—”
“Or what?” I taunted, continuing the slightest movement inside her.
“Or…or…” She looked dazed, around the room, shaking her head. “Or I’m going to cry. I want you. Please. You can fist me all you like.”
Well, fuck.
I ate her. I kissed her pussy, folds, clit, as if I were kissing her actual mouth as I’d wanted to. As I pressed two fingers into her.
And she rode my hand beautifully, her hands deep in my hair.
“Don’t—don’t stop,” she cried, resting her feet on my shoulders to get more leverage for her thrusts onto my fingers.
My mouth couldn’t have stopped if it tried, after wanting to taste her for so long.
But I slowed my finger-fucking, clamping a hand around her thigh to stop her movement and drag my fingers out at an angle that made her stop breathing.
“Shit,” she rasped. “Oh, shit, Luca. That’s not—”
I did it again.
“Notfair.”
I cocked my head to the side, letting up on her clit. “Is it not? Would you like me to stop?”
“No.” Her voice was throaty and firm, an outraged demand, followed through by her hands slamming my head back into her pussy.
Her thighs clamped around my head as I got back to work, her face grinding against me as I slipped a third finger in.
Subconsciously, I was taking great delight in getting her body ready to take me. If I were to give her more than ‘just the head’.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded as she came again, whimpering into the pillow she’d shoved on her face. “Fuck me.”
