“No, baby, eyes on me.”
She snaps them open and fixes her gaze on mine.
“I want you to watch me lick your pussy.”
“Oh, God.”
“Oh, Beckett.” I correct her.
I slip my hand between her legs and lightly stroke the strip of hair. I glide a finger between her pussy lips, scooping up her slickness. She trembles under my touch.
“Oh, Beckett.” She’s a quick learner.
I do it again.
And again.
She moves her hips back and forth, matching the sensual strokes of my fingers. Suddenly, her body convulses.
“No, Arianne, you can’t come before I tongue-fuck you,” I tell her.
She ignores me.
I ease the pressure against her clit.
She shoots me a death glare.
“Patience, baby. I promise it’ll be worth it,” I say, my thumb skating around her clit again.
She nods her agreement.
“Good girl.”
I dip my head between her thighs and inhale her heady scent.
God, it’s been so long.
I slide my tongue between her pussy lips.
She cries out.
“Shhh.”
“Okay. Okay,” she says.
Back to the program.
I probe her pussy, my tongue hot and wet between her lips until I find her hard clit again.
She gasps as her body jerks.
She clamps one hand over her mouth. Her eyes are so fucking huge.
“I’m about to let loose,” I tell her. “Can you handle it?”
“I’ll be quiet,” she says.
I’m not sure if I should believe her, but I’m not about to stop now.