Page 117 of The Playboy

As he flicked it with just the point of his tongue.

He wasn’t gentle. That part of him was gone. And in its place was the feral side, the dominant side, the side that wasn’t satiated until I was screaming.

I didn’t know how that was going to happen while my lower half was submerged under the water. But as that question began to really settle in my head, he lifted me out of the water and placed me on the edge of the tub, spreading my legs across the rim.

I looked down at him as he knelt in the water in front of me, the look in his eyes making me even wetter.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

“Tell me,” I whispered, using his favorite words.

“Too fucking long.” He moved in between my legs and swiped his tongue down the entire length of me. “Fuck me, you taste good.”

Maybe it was the fact that I was naked on his patio on a mountain, surrounded by homes and lights.

Or that I could feel the fire on my skin, warming parts of me that his mouth wasn’t.

Or that his tongue was something I’d been dreaming about, fantasizing over, and I was finally getting it.

I didn’t know.

I just knew that I was already so close, moaning, “You’re going to make me come.” An admission that was easy to make as he added more pressure to my clit, his finger slowly inserting inside me.

The build I’d felt on the plane was back, but this was so much more intense.

Because it came with the wetness of his mouth.

The twisting of his hand.

The friction from both.

And the combination was mind-blowing.

“Macon!” I gasped.

He knew just where to lick. Where to focus. Where to add extra strength. When to increase the speed in both his finger and mouth.

I rocked my hips toward him, urging him on even though I didn’t need to. He was determined and after one thing, and he wasn’t going to stop until I lost it.

That was about to happen at any second.

I was too sensitive. Too needy to hold it off any longer.

And his tongue was far too good at what it was doing.

Within a few more licks, the build was there. At the base of my pussy, rising through my stomach and into my chest, forcing me to scream, “Yesss! Oh God!”

The orgasm came in waves.

Each one causing me to yell, “Fuuuck!”

They weren’t soft, like the lap of water across sand. They came in hard, they came in rough, they came in demanding.

Shudders moved through my stomach, sending my balance way off, my hands attempting to hold on to anything even though I was grasping at nothing.

“Macon!” The only thing I could control was my voice, and there shouldn’t be any question in his mind how he was making me feel.

His neighbors wouldn’t question that either.

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