Page 32 of The Wildest One
A response that surprised the shit out of me, but it felt so right as it rolled out of my mouth.
“Make me come, Beck.”
A demand she hadn’t ever given to me before.
Her confidence was building. So, how the fuck could I delay this and drag it out when she had the courage to ask for what she wanted?
I couldn’t.
I upped my pace again, my fingers gaining momentum, too, and I added pressure to the tip of her clit by sucking it into my mouth. I kept it in there with my teeth, a sweet bite that I knew wouldn’t cause her any pain, and once I had it secured in place, I licked the end of it.
As hard as I could.
And as fast.
“Oh my God!”
Her legs spread, giving me more access, and my teeth released her, my tongue then flattening against her whole clit, sweeping upward in a quick pattern while my fingers ground inside. Each lap made her hips buck, made her clench my skin, made her clit turn even harder.
Wetter.
“Beck!”
The sound I wanted to fucking hear.
But because I knew this was just the beginning of her climb, I gave her what she needed, and that was more pressure.
More friction.
More power.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Fuck!”
I watched the shadow of her body move over the bed, her shudders blasting against my face as I tasted the thickness that came from her.
“Ah!” Her legs didn’t stay apart; they caved in toward my face. When my beard hit her thighs, she screamed, “Oh, yes!”
My mouth didn’t slow, nor did my hand. I kept up the same speed, the one that had sent her over the edge, until I knew she was well past the peak and on her way down.
“Gah,” she cried.
That was when my movements turned tender, the intensity long gone, and I waited until I knew it was time to slow.
And become completely still.
“Beck … I can’t even think. Or talk. Or tell you what that just felt like …”
“You don’t have to. You showed me instead.”
While I kissed her clit, I eased my fingers out, my mouth staying there to press against each spot I’d touched tonight. And eventually, my lips moved to her stomach and chest, each of her nipples, before I made my way to her face.
“That was one,” I told her.
She was breathless. “One what?”
“One orgasm. You’re about to have three more.”
Even in the blackness of the room, I could see her eyes widen.
