Page 93 of Love, Academically
“Hold on.”
She yelped as he grabbed her other leg, wrapping it around his waist. Her arms went around him and she pressed her face into his neck, breathing in his aftershave. Rhys took two steps and set her down on the stairs.
“Rhys,” she started, “what—”
But she couldn’t finish her sentence because he was on his knees between her thighs, pushing her dress up greedily.
“Fuck, Lila,” he whispered, “tell me what you want. This is all for you.”
She was bare in front of him, too turned on to care. He dragged his eyes away from her wetness to her face, his jaw clenched viciously, hands tightening on her thighs. Waiting. Waitingfor her.
Raising her head she met the desire in his eyes with her own.
“I want your mouth on me,” she breathed, delighted when his eyes lit up like he had been given the greatest present on earth. Another wicked, feral grin and he buried his face between her legs.
There was no build up, no teasing. Rhys’s tongue dove straight into her, dragging through her wetness, his hands pressing herknees wider so she was completely open to him. Her hands fisted in his hair, wantingmore, and her hips jerked against his face of their own accord, desperate for release.
“More, Rhys,” she gasped, her head dropping back against the stairs.
A rumble of satisfaction reverberated against her core. He worked his way persistently, relentlessly to her clit. A finger pressed inside her, working her over, in and out.
“Another,” she moaned.
A second finger joined the first, curling inside her, rubbing harshly against her. A suck and a flick of his tongue against her clit made her trembling legs tense and hard around his head.
“Oh God, Rhys.”
She couldn’t stop her hips grinding upwards into his face, keeping time with his fingers fucking her.
“I’m so close.”
Yes, teetering on the edge of the biggest orgasm that she had ever had. He didn’t stop, his tongue and fingers working her until her body couldn’t take any more.
Lila cried out as she shook with pleasure, her back arching up, fists holding Rhys’s head in place as he relentlessly attacked her clit, pushing her over the edge, keeping her orgasm alive for as long as possible.
Only when Lila’s legs slackened around his head did he slow, slipping his fingers out from her and licking up everything she had given him, gently grazing over her incredibly sensitive, throbbing clit.
Fuck.
“Rhys,” she whispered, her arm thrown across her eyes.
“Mmm,” he answered, not stopping his mouth on her.
“Rhys, you can stop,” she breathed. “That was…” There were no words to describe how amazing that orgasm was to the man who was still licking gently between her legs.
“I don’t want to stop,” he said. “You taste so good.”
“I need,” she started, gulping for air, “I need—”
“Tell me, Lila,” he said, kissing the crease of her hip. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me.”
There was no fear, no embarrassment in her, because he was literally on his knees, worshiping her, and she was one hundred percent okay with that.
“Thank fuck,” was all he said.
Rhys
