Playing with his hair, I pull it up a bit, so he’s forced to look directly at me when I speak. “I prefer to come on your tongue, but if I can’t, then I come with your name on my own.”
That seems to do the trick. Cash pushes my legs apart and pulls me so I’m flush against him, grabbing my mouth and bringing it to his own. His kiss is bruising, his stubble rough against my soft skin, and his tongue almost angry. “You want my tongue on you, you just have to ask,” he says in between kisses.
“I thought I was the other night,” I pant. “But you stayed away.”
Cash’s eyes light up. “So you walked around in this thing for the past few days looking for attention?”
I push against him. “I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean how many baths do you think I need to take? How many times did I have to disappear into the bedroom and touch myself while I talked dirty to you?”
“You don’t have to walk around naked to get my attention, Grace. Youalwayshave it. If you want me to touch you, tell me. If you want my tongue on your pretty pussy, demand it. There isn’t a moment in time when I don’t want you, when I won’t drop everything I’m doing to pleasure you.”
Cash’s hands move to my robe, and he pulls on the tie so quickly I barely feel it flying open. “You’re not even wearing panties,” he says as he eyes my naked body. He pushes my legs farther apart and slides a finger up my slit, before rubbing circles over my clit.
“I remembered someone telling me they preferred their dinner bare,” I reply with a raised brow.
Cash flattens his tongue against my pussy, and he licks me from bottom to top, the pressure forcing my legs to squeeze him tighter. “Such a greedy girl,” he says, before his entire mouth is on me, leaving me writhing beneath him.