He goes still, he’s not doing anything, and I crack my eyes open to find he’s staring at me, his face between my legs, his eyes wide and unblinking.
“What are you doing?” I ask softly.
“Looking at you,” he answers.
“Why?”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this. That I’m in your bed.” He drops a kiss just above my pubic hair, making me jump. “That you’re letting me do this.”
“Do what?” For some twisted reason I want to hear him say what he plans on doing to me.
“Eat you out.” He says this with a grin just before he plants both hands on the inside of my thighs and nuzzles me with his nose. Then licks me with his wicked tongue.
It’s like this for long, torturous minutes. Anytime I make a noise, he shushes me. He licks me everywhere, and I mean everywhere, and I almost want to die from embarrassment, but it feels too good so I just savor it. I close my eyes sometimes because it’s too much, and then I have to open them so I can watch his dark head between my thighs, his tongue licking, his lips sucking, and then it becomes too much again.
And when he slips his fingers inside of me, it’s way too much, and I’m coming. Shivering and shaking, my legs bowed, my toes curled, my entire body going stiff just before I collapse in a boneless heap.
He kisses his way back up my body, his mouth landing on mine, and the kiss turns dirty in an instant. All tongue and teeth and sucking lips. I can taste myself, like tangy salt, and when he breaks the kiss he smiles down at me, looking very pleased with himself.
“You’re a dirty girl, Callahan.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, anchoring myself to him. “You like it.”
“I fucking love it.” He kisses me again, and it goes on for minutes. Long, delicious minutes until I start to feel his insistent erection poking against my thigh.
It’s his turn, but this time I’m not going to announce that out loud. Instead, I break the kiss and gently shove at his shoulder, sending him onto his back. He watches me, his lips curved into a closed-mouth smile, his dark eyes dancing with excitement, and then I’m the one who’s raining kisses all over his beautiful body. I explore every inch that I can, flicking my tongue against his tiny nipples, licking at his navel, my tongue blazing a path along the line of dark hair that leads from the base of his navel all the way to his erection.
He’s big, just as I thought. Being face to dick makes me realize that real quick. Taking a deep breath, I grasp the base of him and start licking the sides, and he practically bends in half toward me.
“What are you doing?” he chokes out.
“Really, Ash? What do you think I’m doing?” I lick him like a popsicle, trailing my tongue up one side and down the other.
“You—don’t—have—to.” Every time my tongue meets his sensitive skin, he pauses, and I sort of want to laugh, but I don’t.
“I want to,” I whisper just before I slip the head of his erection between my lips. He tastes like tangy salt too, and I test his width, nerves making me hesitant.
“If you think you’re doing it wrong, trust me. You’re not,” he says, panting. Like he’s a mind reader.
His words give me the confidence I need to keep going. I suck and lick, drawing him deeper into my mouth, until I can’t take him any farther. I don’t really know what I’m doing, so I just copy from the few porn clips I’ve seen on the internet, using my tongue and lips and hand, squeezing him extra tight like he taught me to last night. It must work, because he’s a writhing, groaning mess within minutes, and he even gives me a warning.
“I’m gonna come,” he says, his eyes pitch black and filled with desperation.
“Good.” I slip my mouth over just the head again and suck extra hard, wanting him to come in my mouth. Just so I can see what it’s like.
It’s a blast of salty liquid is what it’s like, hitting me right in the back of the throat within seconds of that warning. His entire body jerks and shivers, and I pull away from him, my hand still curled around the base as I give him a couple more strokes, swallowing his come with a slight grimace.
Of course Ash notices my face once it’s all over. And he starts laughing, the jerk. “Didn’t like it?”
I release my hold on him and wipe my sticky hand on my discarded tank top. “It wasn’t my favorite.”
He starts laughing even harder and I crawl up the length of his body, resting my hand across his mouth. “You’re going to wake everyone up,” I warn him.
When he calms down and I move my hand away from his mouth, he says, “No one is as loud as you, Callahan. All that moaning when I licked your pussy.”
I clamp my hand over his mouth again. “You can’t say that.”
“Say what?” he asks, his voice muffled.
“You know.” He can’t get me to say it.
He licks my hand and I drop it away from his mouth. “Lick your pussy? You don’t like it when I say that?”
I shake my head, laughing when he rolls to his side and pulls me with him. “No, it’s gross.”
“Gross? So you’re saying your pussy is gross? I don’t think so. Maybe you want me to stop licking and touching it then.” His hand starts to wander. Across my stomach. Down lower. Until his fingers are between my legs. “Huh. It’s all wet and pink and glistening…”
“Stop.” His hand stills and I give him a look. “Well, you don’t have to stop that.”
“You can’t have your cake and eat it too, sweetheart.” He kisses me once, whispering, “I like talking about your pussy. It’s my new favorite thing.”
I slip my hand between our faces and settle it over his mouth. “I don’t know if I want to hear you talk about it all the time.”
“Too bad. You’re gonna.” He wraps his lips around my finger and bites it, but not too hard. Just enough to sting. At the exact moment his teeth sink into my flesh, he starts to stroke, softly. Lightly. Making me tingle. Making me wetter.
He releases my finger from his teeth. “See? Damn, that pussy of yours is amazing. Look at how I barely touch it and you get so wet for me.”
“Ash…” My voice drifts and I close my eyes when he starts playing with my clit.
“Yeah, baby? What do you want? You want me to make you come again?”
I never, ever thought I’d be so responsive to someone who talks to me while we’re having sex. I figured it would make me uncomfortable. But for some reason, Ash’s deep voice saying dirty things is only making me more aroused.
“Yes please,” I whisper and he cracks a smile, kissing me while he increases the pressure of his fingers.
“I could lick this pussy all night long,” he practically croons, and a full-body shiver washes over me at his words, the tone of his voice. “You want me to keep touching it?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“So pretty.” I can actually hear his fingers as he strokes me, I’m so wet. “So juicy. Can’t wait to fuck it.”
Oh, that’s it. Yep, I’m coming, all because he said he wants to fuck my pussy.
Clearly, I’m a total pervert.
And I love it.