Page 63 of Plight
“Do you know rats laugh when they’re tickled?”
“What? No. Why? Have you tickled one?”
“No.” I tickled her underarm for being a smartarse.
She squealed and wriggled. “Stop!”
“See? You lied. You are still ticklish. I think I need more proof, though.”
“No, you don’t. Yes, I lied. I’m sorry.”
Continuing to creep my fingers down, I trailed them along her side, stopping at the hem of my Batman t-shirt when I noticed her erect nipples through the material. Fuck!
I wanted to tickle those … with my tongue.
Flicking my eyes to hers, she bit her lip, her chest rising and falling in short, desperate pants. She wanted what I wanted; I could tell. Unlike her mouth, the rest of her body couldn’t lie.
“Do you also know,” I asked, continuing to creep my fingers along her tummy, “that it’s impossible to tickle yourself?”
She bucked her hips ever so slightly. “No. But I’m guessing that’s a good thing.”
I trailed higher, lifting the t-shirt and placing a soft kiss just below her bellybutton. “Do you know you can stop a person tickling you?”
She hummed and swirled her hips. “Elliot.”
“You can, but I’m not going to tell you how.” I lifted the t-shirt over her breasts and glanced up, seeing perfectly rounded mounds. They were gorgeous, firm, and soft.
She arched her back and moaned when I circled her nipple with my fingertip. Once. Twice. Faster.
“Do you wanna know how to make it stop?”
Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, no words escaping those parted lips.
“You don’t want me to tell you, do you?”
She moaned again, so I slid my tongue across her skin until her nipple was in my mouth.
“Oh God,” she breathed, grinding her hips into mine.
I couldn’t help myself and did the same thing, wanting nothing more than to slide my thick, hard, cock inside her and feel her slick, wet heat on my skin. I’d dreamed about it, jerked off to thoughts of it … I’d even pictured her in a past one-night stand’s place.
Releasing her hands, I trailed kisses to her other nipple and massaged the breast I’d just licked. She was so soft, so smooth, and she tasted like pure fucking heaven.
“Lots … that’s—”
“Perfect,” I murmured, continuing to lick, kiss and suck.
Her fingers dug into my scalp when I flicked my tongue rapidly and sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, repeating the process, over and over until her chest couldn’t arch toward me any further.
She relaxed and fell back onto the bed, pulling on my hair and yanking my head back enough to separate my lips from her skin. “We have to stop,” she pleaded through heavy breaths.
My eyes found hers. Desperate. Panicked. Soaked in lust.
“Do we?”
She nodded.
“Okay.” I crept kisses down her stomach to the seam of her underwear, smelling just how wet and aroused I’d made her. “Are you sure?” I asked, pressing my nose against her clit and licking the material covering her pussy.
