Page 49 of A Not So Merry Rescue
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, but please don’t ever stop.” With hooded eyes, Willa blinks up at me, a sated smile on her puffy lips.
“Not likely, Bundy. I’m just getting started.” I want to taste her other lips, to prove to myself she’s sweet.
I lie next to her, my head resting on the pillow. Her scent engulfs me, and I realize it’s not because she’s right next to me. It’s because her head has slept on this pillow the last two nights. Damn. I don’t make it obvious, but I inhale, the decadent aroma crowding my senses.
Settling in against the bed, I propose, “Sit on my face.” It’s not quite a demand, merely a suggestion, one I’m highly motivated to carry out.
I turn my head to face her, to observe her reaction. A glimmer of an inexplicable emotion flickers over her face, but then she’s on the move. Kicking off the covers, sliding her panties off her legs, dropping them with her discarded bra.
She pushes to her knees, her naked body on full display, including the area of neatly trimmed hair. A few shades darker than the hair on her head. Wonder if it’s as soft. My fingers reach out and touch it, confirming it. And when they’re fully indulged, they slide below, flitting across her clit and down her opening, which glistens with moisture.
“Let me take care of that for you. Climb on.”
Her widened orbs seek mine. “I-I’ve never done it before.”
“Let me be your first. I’ll be easy and gentle.”
She gives a tiny nod, but before she moves, a shiver wracks her. From the cold or the anticipation, I don’t dare ask.
I reach out my hand, tugging her slightly when she lays her palm in mine. She comes easily, and I love how she’s willing and open, not hiding herself away, not shy. With her help, I plant her where I want her: her pussy hovering above my mouth.
“Lower to your knees. Grab hold of the headboard.” I initiate, she obeys.
This isn’t all for my pleasure, but damn if I’m not getting harder at her cooperation. Means I have to up my game, make it worth her while, make sure she’s pleasured.
My hands find her hips, and I bring her lower, her scent teasing, her pussy taunting.
“If it gets to be too much, take a break. Don’t worry about hurting me. You won’t. If I need a break or can’t breathe, I’ll take it. Tell me how you like it. You’re in the driver’s seat.”
“K.”
She widens her knees, sinking lower. The second I can reach her, my tongue licks up her seam. Willa moans, short and punchy. I do it again, wanting more.
Longer.
Deeper.
More guttural.
I swirl my tongue around her most sensitive spot. She tries to move, but I hold her in place. I told her she was in control, buthaving her exactly where I want her, I’m selfish. I want to give her pleasure the way I want, control be damned.
“Beckett. You dirty man. Making me feel all kinds of things. Don’t stop that thing you’re doing with your tongue.” Willa’s words are hardly audible, the only thing I truly understand is the “don’t stop,” which I don’t plan to. Not for at least one orgasm.
Not until I’m fulfilled.
With her pussy in my face, I lap and lick, nip and nibble her clit and along her seam. Her breathing grows heavier, more pronounced, and her moans, too. Her sounds are music to my ears, the cadence pitching higher the closer I drive her to the brink.
And drive her, I do.
Up to the pinnacle of the cliff, sending her toppling over with a long lick of my flattened tongue.
“Beckett!” she screams, loud and unleashed. I love the way she prattles my name, how much I’m affecting her.
It’s not supposed to be like this, to feel this . . . emotional. But damn does it.
And as I mentioned, I’m taking all she gives me and then some. We stop when I say we’re done.
Way to be a selfish bastard.
