Page 50 of All I Desire

“Okay. Tell me.”

He smooths back my hair. “It’s about cunnilingus.”

My eyelids peel open. “Whoa! Now I’m all in with this conversation.”

“Knew you would be.”

I make a squealing noise and he reaches around and grabs my butt.

“So, it’s this different, ah, method of going down on a woman.”

“Where’d you read this?”

“Some men’s magazine. Honest. It wasn’t porn. Read it over lunch.” He holds up two fingers like a Boy Scout.

“Hmm. Could be good, or could be fake news. Tell me more.” Already, I’m getting wet at the thought of Matthew’s exceptional oral skills. The fact that he wants to improve even more sends a shiver of glee through me. This guy is serious about giving me orgasms, it seems.

“Well. Apparently, the giver, in this case, me”—he taps his chest with his index finger—“approaches the receiver, you, from the side. So, our bodies would be in a T shape.”

I nod thoughtfully. “Go on. I’m intrigued.”

“So, you’d open your legs a little. And with one hand, I’d hold your, ah, pussy.”

My mouth begins to water. “Okay. You can be more descriptive if you want. I’m all about the description in this instance.”

He grins and I kiss him slowly. “Yum,” I whisper.

“Yum is right. That’s why I’m telling you about this. Because I know how much you loved it when I went down on you last night. So, I hold you open with one hand”—he’s speaking low now and it’s driving me crazy with need—“and I spread your lips. Enough so I can lick your clit horizontally.”

“Oh. I like,” I whisper, visualizing how hot it would look to see Matthew’s tongue in that position.

“And I’d lick across the hood of your clit. Slowly.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and I swear my body explodes in a hot flash. “Kind of like if I were eating an ice cream.”

“Yes, please,” I whisper, leaning in for another kiss. My panties are soaked.

“But wait, there’s more.”

I whimper against his mouth, then sit up.

“You might be wondering what I’d do with my other hand.”

“I wasn’t, but now that you mention it, I’m curious.” Should I rip my clothes off right now, or just tear off my panties...

“I’d either slide a finger in you or”—he slides his hands up my bare thighs—“play with your butt. If you were okay with that.”

My heart is thumping and my clit is positively throbbing in time with the beats. “I think we’re going to have to try it both ways. That’s the only way we’ll know if any of it works.”

“Good plan.”

I press my mouth to his, French kissing him as his thumbs graze the elastic of my panties.

“You wet already from talking about that?” he inquires.

“What do you think?”

“I think I’m going to have to check.”

“Yes, please check.” I’m ready to beg him to touch me. I’m also ready to claw his jeans off his legs so I can get to that erection of his.

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