Page 34 of A Million Times, Yes
That combination, along with the scruff on his cheeks that kept grazing me, the softness of his mouth, the way his hand held me like each finger was a padlock, made me moan, “Jordan,” over and over, squeezing the comforter, doing everything to keep my legs apart.
“This tastes better than anything I’ve ever put in my mouth.” The glass clinked as he set it on the floor, and now that his other hand was free, he extended his arms across my stomach, palming my breasts. “You’re fucking perfect, Maya.” While his tongue circled my entrance like he was wiping off the remaining booze, he pinched my nipples, rolling them, pulling them enough to make me arch.
“Please,” I cried.
I gripped his hair, urging him up.
That spot. It needed him.
“Tell me how badly you want me.” I felt his eyes on me, but I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t even think. “Tell me how badly your cunt needs me.”
My brain felt imprisoned. My body felt like it was being stretched to test how much patience I had, which normally was endless, but now there was none. Every part of me was throbbing. The only parts of me getting relief were my nipples, but the way he twisted them added to the ache between my legs.
“Jordan, I can’t wait another second.” I wasn’t nice to his hair. I turned it, pulled, did all but rip it from its roots as I tried to move him to the top of me.
“You can do better than that.”
He was enjoying this. I didn’t know if I hated him for that or loved him.
“Please!” I yelled.
“Do better.”
I leaned up, taking in only half of his face since the rest was hidden like before. His lips had to be hovering over my center. His hands were on the insides of my thighs. His nose exhaled enough air that I swore it was swishing inside me.
The pleading wasn’t working.
Neither was my desperation.
He wanted to be ordered, so I demanded, “Lick my pussy.” I removed my hand from his hair, returning it to my side to help hold myself up. “Do it right fucking now, Jordan.”
“You want me?”
“Yes!”
“And you need me?”
“God, yes!”
My eyes closed as his tongue slithered from my entrance all the way up to the peak of my clit. It was a gradual swoop that gave me enough pressure to satisfy the pounding in my body. Because, mentally, I knew I had him. I knew he wasn’t leaving until I got off. I knew this was only the beginning and I was about to get so much more.
And I did, causing me to scream, “Aaahhhh!” as he focused solely on that nagging spot.
He gave me a quick back-and-forth motion he repeated every second, his speed increasing at times and slowing right before he swallowed.
“That fucking taste, Maya. It’s so good.”
The buildup had gone on for so long, I had finally gotten some of my air back, but with each swipe, it left me again. “Jordan!” And out of nowhere, there was a new feeling building in my body.
A prickling.
A sweep that moved through me, affecting the strength in my legs and the shape of my back as it rounded, causing me to clutch the comforter.
Sparks set off within me.
Little by little.
Trickling in with each lap of his tongue.
