“My turn.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Her knees go to either side of my face, and she gently lowers herself on my mouth, hovering without resting her weight on me. That isn’t going to work for me. I want her to fucking suffocate me.
“Little Doe,” I groan, grabbing her ass hard before I land a hard smack on it. She gasps and falls forward as I lick long and slow up her center. “Don’t go easy on me now. Take what you want.”
She lowers herself completely, keeping one hand on the bed as the other goes to my hair. She pulls on it roughly as I suck her clit into my mouth, relishing in my new favorite flavor. Her moans and sighs as she rides my face give me more pleasure than her mouth on my cock. They’re music to my fucking ears.
My hands slide from her ass up her hips and find her breasts, my fingers pinching and rolling her nipples as I guide her body back. She leans her hands back on my chest, opening herself up to me more as my tongue sweeps inside of her.
I look up at her while she rides my face, her mouth open and eyes closed in ecstasy. Little whimpers escape her lips as she begins to bounce while my tongue is inside of her and my nose is grazing her clit. I don’t even care if I’m breathing right now; all I want is for her to come all over my tongue and say my name as she does it.
“Wes,” she moans, one of her hands returning to my hair. Her hips freeze as I feel her orgasm begin to pulsate around my tongue. I keep up my pace, licking and sucking that spot over and over again. Her fingers tighten their grip on my hair while the other hand claws into my chest.
“Right there, right there,” she breathes, a smile forming on those beautiful lips as she looks down at me. I wink at her, and then my name is on her lips again as she throws her head back, her orgasm completely taking over her body.
Her juices drip into my mouth and over my beard. I lap at her, not wanting to miss a drop of what’s mine. Her thighs squeeze my head, and I know I could die happy right here between them. What a fucking way to go.
As she settles, I lick up and around her sensitive clit and then nibble and suck on her lips, cleaning her up as my hands roam over her soft skin. She’s so perfect it hurts. I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without her.
“Wes,” she says, laughing as she tries to crawl off me. But I grip onto her hips and hold her steadily to me. She isn’t going anywhere until I’ve gotten my fill. “Wes!” Her voice is a mixture of breathy pleasure and warning.
“What?” I ask, though I’m sure it comes out muffled as I refuse to take my mouth off her. Her body shakes as I continue my assault.
“I can’t,” she moans, her legs still trying to move away from me. “It’s enough.” Her breath picks up, and I can tell she’s close again; she’s just holding back.
“It’s enough when I say it’s enough,” I tell her, meeting her eyes. “You’ve had enough control. Now, come for me. Let go. Give me what I crave, Little Doe.”
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I suck on that little nub over and over again, running my tongue along it each time. She gives up the fight, leaning her entire weight on my face and both of her hands grabbing and yanking on the strands of my hair. Her hips begin to grind down on me as she chases her third orgasm.
Our eyes meet as she comes again, her teeth biting on her plump lower lip while she tries to contain her moans. I lick her center until she can’t take it anymore, and I let her fall off me, landing on the bed next to me. She’s panting and in a heap of awkward angles with the biggest grin on her face.
“I think you’ve ruined me, too,” she admits, rolling over and adjusting herself so that she’s lying with her head on my chest. I pull her to me and kiss her head.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I want to come with you,” I tell her. I don’t let my voice betray the nerves I feel. I only have tonight to convince her, and she needs to get over whatever shit is in her head that’s holding her back.
“Wesley,” she groans, rolling away from me and off the bed. “You really know how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” she asks as she makes her way to the attached bathroom. I hear the shower start before she reappears. “Can I use your stuff, please?”
Instead of telling her where it is, I get up to get it for her, planning to use it as an excuse to come shower with her. She isn’t getting away from this conversation no matter how hard she tries. I collect my stuff from my bag and motion for her to get back in the bathroom as I push my own way in. She rolls her eyes and huffs but opens the shower door and climbs in anyway.