Page 591 of Not Over You

“Yours,” I say. “Your hands.”

“What about this?” He licks his lips slowly. They’re glistening. Wet. Like my thighs.

“Your mouth,” I say. “Your tongue.”

His hand slides down even further, and I part for him. He’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He tells me that, and my heart falls into my stomach before it flies high again.

I shiver when he positions himself between my legs and his tongue slides over my thigh. One. Then the other. He’s getting close to…

“Say it,” he says. “Say the words. There’s no shame here. Only us. Only love.”

“Lick me,” I say.

“Where?”

“Between my legs.”

He’s keeping eye contact, and it’s unraveling me. I don’t know what I want to do, but I need to do something, and a bunch of somethings at once. I want my hands on him. I want my mouth on him. I want him to use his tongue. I want him to use his hands.

“You want me to eat your pussy,” he says. “Tell me.”

“Eat my pussy,” I say, and I don’t care. I want it. I want it so bad.

Fuck the candy bar. This compared to that? Nothing. I’ve been getting the fake stuff. This. This is the real high. The real ecstasy. The real euphoria. The way he makes me feel. And not just my body.

My hands fist in his hair as his tongue starts to lick. I want to push his face even closer, but he tells me to relax.

“Let me move slow through your veins,” he whispers, his warm breath fanning against me. It’s making me hotter. “Keep me there, baby.”

I’m not sure if I answer. Because my world has shrunk to this second, and it’s closing in on me. The pressure builds and builds. His tongue is…a gift, and the reason why. But he’s sucking me down there, too. Licking. Sucking. I’m rubbing myself against him, but then I want to stop, because I want this feeling to go on forever.

The pressure can’t be stopped, though. It squeezes me into that second, but I’m too big for it. It can’t contain all the pleasure, and it rushes my veins as it sends me spiraling. It’s like my body has spit me out and I’m entirely outside of myself.

I'm falling hard, and my eyes open with the crash. Because he's moving back up my body. The rush is gone, but there’s more pleasure. I feel extra sensitive to it now. The pulse between my legs has spread everywhere.

I’m the pulse. And his mouth and hands are on it.

His mouth closes over mine again, tasting like me, and his tongue searches deeper. He groans and it echoes inside of me. I pull away, needing to do to him what he did to me. I slide my body over his and get his back to the mattress.

He’s not surprised by the switch in positions, but I can tell he’s not entirely comfortable with it. Beneath the surface of his skin, his bones rattle with constrained restraint. He rules this. We both know it. But he’s giving me this. Giving me the opportunity to explore his body like he did mine.

My hands and mouth rejoice at the feel and taste of him. This feels almost as good as what he did to me. Giving him pleasure. I can’t even put into words what the look in his eyes does to me when I sit up, letting him take in my body, which looks like it’s bathing in the moonlight.

I’m over him, and I can feel his dick pressing into my ass. Slowly, I move my body down, over it, and he almost growls. He closes his eyes and hisses when it slides between my legs and then over my skin as I make my way down.

He’s gorgeous. And I do the same thing he did to me. I lick him. I lick him up and down, before I swirl my tongue and then take him inside of mouth. I’m learning, but from the animalistic sounds he’s making, I’m driving him wild. I’m giving him what he gave to me.

He tastes like warmth and salt and something…manly. He tastes like darkness. He tastes like danger. I take him even deeper.

The pulse between my legs is throbbing. My breasts feel heavier. My nipples even harder. I need to be touched…and I almost give in and touch myself between the legs. Doing this to him is doing things to me. I’ve never felt wildness like this before.

He distracts me from it by pumping his hips. I struggle to take all of him, to breathe. But I do. Because we’re becoming more frenzied. We’re becoming rougher. He’s losing control. His balls overflow in my hands, but I can feel how tight they are now. That must mean something. He’s close to losing it like I did? I want him to. I start moving faster.

That’s when he pulls me up and flips me over. We stare at each other for a second. Then he reaches down and grabs his pants from the floor. He pulls out a foil packet from the pocket. I place my hand over his. I shake my head. I don’t want to feel that. I want to feel him.

“I don’t want it,” I say, my voice shredded as though I had been screaming. “Not this time.”

“You know what this can mean.”

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