Page 35 of A Million Times, Yes
“I want you to come on my face.”
He knew. He could feel it. I had zero doubt about that. He was so in tune with my body, he could probably feel exactly what I was feeling.
“I—” My voice cut off when his finger slid into me, adding to the combination, pumping it in and out. “Fuck!”
With only a few drives of his hand, he took me from being close to suddenly there.
“Agh!” The explosion came on hard. Fast. It rocked straight through me, sending shudders across my body, and with each one, I screamed louder. I breathed deeper. I wriggled under his mouth, soaking in every bit of this pleasure but overwhelmed by it too. “A-ah!”
The buzz heightened with each thrust of his finger and dip of his tongue, which only made me move harder against him, which made me cling tighter to the blanket, which made me deflate my lungs with more shouting.
“Just what I want,” he moaned.
I was no longer in control.
I could only ride, letting him take me right to the summit, and when I reached it, the back half of the orgasm was as intense as the front. “Oh! My God!”
“Yes, Maya, that’s it.”
He licked me toward a stillness I never thought I’d find, and when I was filled with a sensitivity that couldn’t even bear his touch, he gently pulled his finger away and kissed across the top of my clit and down my pussy, sucking the wetness off me.
When he surfaced, I closed my legs and moved up the bed until I reached the pillows, taking one and hugging it against my chest.
“Get back here.” He pointed at the end of the mattress.
“I can’t.”
“I’m not done with you.” He waited, and when I didn’t move, he added, “What I just did, I’m doing all over again.”
“I know.” I took a deep breath. “I feel like I’m about to die. I can’t even imagine experiencing that—again.”
“You’re going to.”
“But . . . I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I . . . need a second.”
“You don’t get seconds. You get my tongue. Remember, I told you tonight was going to be all about you.” He got into a standing position and reached for my ankles, carefully pulling me toward the end of the bed. When I reached where he wanted me, he took the pillow from my arms. “There’s no hiding your body. I want to see every inch of you.”
“And I want to see every inch of you.”
He chuckled. “This isn’t about me.”
“But you said I could see you. And touch you.”
He licked his lips, wiping the sides of his mouth with his hand. “I told you I’d consider it.”
“Have you?”
He smiled, and my God, it was beautiful. “What do you want, Maya?”
“I want your shirt off. I want your jeans off. I want your boxers off—or whatever you’re wearing under those.” I nodded toward his pants. “I want nothing covering you.”
“If I’m naked, I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop myself from fucking you.”
I spread my legs, watching his gaze go right between them. His smile was gone, and in its place was a look of longing. Of need. Of an animalistic thirst that made me wet all over again.
