Page 46 of In Love and War
He pushed my knees wide apart once the lace was out of the way and began planting wet kisses and licks onto my inner thighs.
I let out a whimper, desperate for him to reach my ache.
He trailed a finger from my nub down to my opening. Then his tongue did the same, but in the opposite direction, going from my slit up to my clit.
I sighed a colorful list of profanities, writhing my hips as he licked and sucked in the most perfect spots at the most perfect moments.
Thiswas my punishment? If I had any working brain cells left in the moment, I would have been coming up with a million different ways to piss him off again.
I could feel the pressure building up again, quickly. He was so fucking good at this. I was so close. So, very…
He stopped, just as I was about the reach the peak, his focus moving back to my thighs.
God damn it.
I bit back my complaints, knowing that’s exactly what he wanted.
His mouth eventually moved back to my center again, but this time, he started to fuck me with his tongue while his thumb worked my clit.
“Oh God.” My squirms and spasms were getting more aggressive as the pending orgasm grew bigger. He clasped my thighs down, holding me in place as he continued to torture me with his tongue.
Again, he stopped just as I got close.
“Problem,Amelia?” he asked in response to my frustrated groans, while he planted kisses on my pelvis and thighs.
“I hate you,” I panted, my hands fighting a losing battle against the bounds of his tie. If I could get them free, my fingers could do the job.
“Is that why you’re dripping for me?” he asked, giving me another lick.
“Shut up.”
“Still haven’t learned our lesson, I see.”
He got to work again, his mouth and tongue concentrating only on my clit this time as he slid a finger inside of me. Then two. Then three.
It didn’t take very long for me to reach the edge again, only for him to pull back, bringing me down with him.
And then he did it again.
Andagain.
“Fuck, Zac,please!” I finally snapped, my whimpers and cries having grown louder and more desperate as the ache grew more and more unbearable.
“Pleasewhat? What do you want?” he asked.
“Please let me come.” I couldn’t believe I was begging him, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed the release.
“Are you ready to listen to me now?” He pecked and grazed at my folds.
“Yes,” I conceded.
“Good girl.” He sat me up on the couch and stood in front of me.
At some point until now, his shirt had come off to reveal abs that would put any sculpture of Apollo to shame. He was absolutely perfect. I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. He gripped the back of my head again, but this time it was more firm and less… patient. I didn’t think I could move even if I wanted to.
I did as I was told, and he pushed himself into my mouth, all the way until his tip touched the back of my throat. I fought the urge to gag as my eyes began to water.
