wiping the tip and the sides, tilting it this way and that, which definitely threatened its flaccidity.
I was roused, now. I could tell by the hesitant look in her eye that she was trying to figure what was next—she wanted hers, but wasn’t quite able to ask for it.
And she didn’t have to.
I snagged the washcloth from her, sat up and flung it into the bathroom. Grinning at her, a hungry, feral baring of my teeth, I snatched her waist and hauled her to me, onto the bed, and threw her down onto her back. She gasped at the sudden aggression, eyes wide, not quite fearful and definitely eager.
“Your turn,” I whispered, kneeling over her prone, lush figure. Stared down at her, palms scouring her belly, up to her breasts. “Gonna make you scream, darlin’.”
“Oh god, Rhys,” she whimpered, the rough scratch of my hands over her sensitive nipples making them stand on end, making her thighs whisper against each other. “I want to come so bad. Watching you come all over my hands made me so hot.”
“You’re gonna come till you can’t come anymore, baby.” I don’t know where that word came from; her eyes met mine as I said it, but I didn’t take it back and she didn’t question it.
I cupped her tits in my hand and worshipped their perfection with my mouth, and I kissed my way to her belly, dipped my tongue into her belly button and licked her left hipbone. She whimpered as my tongue slid across her sex, just above the very keyhole of the top, to kiss her other hip.
“Rhys, I want your mouth on me,” she whispered. “Please.”
“You’ll get it,” I promised. “Right…now.”
I delved into her, plunging my stiffened tongue into her slit and gathering her essence and tasting it and licking upward to her clit, which was prominent and thick and begging.
I gave her what she wanted, my mouth all over her, taking her clit into my mouth and suckling until she whimpered, and then flicking my tongue over it, going all in, unrelenting, until her hips were bucking against my mouth.
“Fingers,” she whimpered, breathless. “Fingers too…please. Put them—put them inside me.”
God, her telling me exactly what she wanted was the hottest fucking thing. I gave that to her, too. One finger at first, and even with just my index finger she was tight, clamping hard. Then I added a second finger, my palm facing up, index and middle fingers curling in and slicking out and pumping until she was bucking all over again, and I let her rise, let her gasp and whimper and pump against my mouth and fingers, and then when her moans told me she was close, I slowed with my fingers and went after her clit with my tongue. Two fingers slowly driving in, curling in a come-here motion on the way out, my tongue lashing her. She was wild, then, and I tongued her to the cusp, until she was groaning and grasping at my head and her heels were scrabbling—
And I slowed again, and now added a third finger, and she was so tight around those three fingers I had to keep them bunched together, and she was clamping down hard, spasming around my fingers so hard I could barely move inside her. So I slid them deeper and curled them and rocked my hand like that, finding that spot inside her that made her…
“RHYS!” she screamed. “Ohhhh fuck, Rhys, yes, yes, yes!”
She wasn’t even coming yet. She thought she was. And I think I understood her confusion over her partial orgasms—she was stopping too soon. Mistaking the preliminary wave of orgasmic power for the main show. Time to demonstrate the difference.
I kept rocking those three fingers inside her, my palm against her seam, tongue now wild on her clit, thrashing in circles, and she arched up off the bed, bucking against me and crying out, a hoarse scream, and I reached up and pinched her more sensitive nipple hard, and her scream ratcheted up into a howl and I kept going, kept building speed with my fingers until my wrist ached and my jaw protested.
She was coming, now. Really, truly orgasming. Screaming wordlessly, arched, tensed, trying to pump against me but too caught up in the mad frenzy of climax to have any control. And I did not relent. Not even when she began sobbing and her hips finally started to buck. I rode her thrashing with my mouth and fingers, and