Page 57 of The Deals We Make
My hands stroke his broad shoulder and his back, dipping low to the curve of his ass. His fingers slide into my hair, cupping me to him.
When he lifts me slightly, it’s so his cock lines up with my pussy, and I groan when he grinds against me.
Surely, one of us should worry about contraception or practicalities, but I couldn’t stop him now if my life depended on it.
His breath comes out in a forceful puff of air against my cheek.
Decades of pent-up feelings take over. He rolls us so he can settle between my legs, keeping up the slow and steady grind against me as he kisses me tenderly.
My T-shirt raises up my hips, exposing me to him.
“Can feel that pussy of mine getting wet,” he says.
And, boy, that does not help with the feelings zinging through me. My body responds to the ownership in his words, and I ignore the voice in my head that says I don’t belong to anybody because nobody has ever wanted me.
Instead, I cling to the fact that right now, in this moment, I’m the only thing he wants.
He pauses and cups my cheek. “You okay if I go taste it?”
I nod before I can even debate it. My body has decided I’m all in tonight. “Yes, please.”
He smiles. “Such a good girl.”
My clit aches at his words.
He tugs off his sleep bonnet and disappears beneath the covers before nudging my legs wide apart. I’m glad I showered so that?—
“Holy shit.” The first flick of his tongue against my clit and I realize just how needy and close to orgasm I am.
I don’t want to think about just how much practice he’s had over the years to be this good at it, but he intuitively knows what I need.
He laps as he eats me. Flicks my clit to tease me. Sucks and nibbles to bring me to the brink of orgasm, just before he eases up and lets me slip away from my peak.
A groan of frustration and need escapes me.
“Please Ti,” I beg.
I never thought I’d end up here. With him.
It only takes Ti a minute to take me back up again, and I rub my pussy against his face, riding in abandon to take the orgasm I was just deprived of.
I want to see and throw the covers back. He’s a shadow in the darkness of the room, but it’s enough. I grip his hair and grind, and he doesn’t complain.
“So fucking good,” he mumbles, then resumes whatever the magic is he’s doing with his tongue.
This time, Ti doesn’t let up. My world narrows into the place we’re connected, and yet explodes in brilliant color.
I arch my back, pushing my head down into the pillow as I lose control.
“Ti,” I shout. “Oh, God.”
My breath comes in gasps, my heart beating like I just ran a marathon.
Aftershocks follow. Secondary ripples of pleasure as Ti licks and sucks me down.
Ti kneels, then crowds over me, kissing me. I can taste myself on his lips. “Think I’m gonna need you to come on my face a few more times, you know, for science and shit.”
I can’t help but smile.
