“Fuck.” Her nails were stabbing the back of my neck. “It’s not going to take much more of that to make me come.”
It didn’t matter that I’d washed her with my soap and that her hair was now soaked and unscented; I could still smell the vanilla-latte aroma, and I wondered if the scent would be on her cunt.
If I’d be able to taste it.
If it would be running down my throat when I swallowed her.
“What about when I do this?” I added a second finger and turned my wrist, aiming toward her G-spot.
“Ridge!” She gasped in a mouthful of air, her lips on mine, so I could feel her inhale and her chest pressing against me when it puffed out.
“Does this still make me the sweetest?” My hand began to move faster, deeper.
And, damn it, all it did was tease me. I was envious of my fingers since they were getting to feel her tightness and wetness before my dick. A hard-on that was fucking pounding to be inside her.
“You’re veering toward naughty.” She added, “Very, very naughty,” when I increased the pressure.
I pulled my way out of her locked arms and squatted to the floor, gazing up at her while I replaced my thumb with my tongue. While I gave her a long swipe, I breathed her in, filling my nose and mouth with vanilla.
A flavor that was suddenly explosive.
“And now?” I asked.
“Oh. My. God.”
I didn’t lick like her clit was the tip of a soft-serve ice cream and I was sampling the flavor. I licked like I was taking my first bite, like I couldn’t wait to eat, like I needed her covering my fucking tongue.
Like her orgasm was the one thing I was after.
Because it was.
I wanted to feel her shudders vibrate across my mouth. I wanted to taste her cum in the back of my throat on its way down. I wanted to hear her moans as they echoed through the steam in my shower.
“Your tongue … damn.” Her eyes were closed, but they found mine. “How are you so good at this?” She reached for my hair, twisting the locks.
I was focused on the top of her clit. But that was with my tongue. With my fingers, I worked up to a speed that was driving her straight to the edge.
I could see it in her face.
I could sense it in her voice.
I could feel it by the way her hips were rocking forward and how her clit was hardening.
I didn’t want to stop. I could lick her cunt all night.
But there were other parts of me that wanted to experience her pussy. That wanted to sink into her wetness. And that was what I thought of when my tongue and fingers synced up and went faster.
“Ridge!”
There was nothing hotter, more satisfying than hearing a woman moan my name.
The only thing that came close was watching her come.
And that was about to happen.
Right fucking now.
“Ah!” she shouted.