Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,39
at him to hurry.
I’d never fully understood what romance novels meant by sex being sweet agony until this moment. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to converge into my clit and ache for his tongue.
Kendrick’s mouth reached the outer lips of my pussy, and his hot breath fanned across my folds.
With a fevered moan, I arched my back.
The pad of his thumbs splayed me open, laying me bare. I shuddered with anticipation.
And then…
Nothing.
I cracked open an eye.
Kendrick sat on his heels, peering between my legs with the kind of frown a person made in Maths class when asked to solve a convoluted equation with a calculator that’s run out of batteries.
Inhaling a deep breath, I raised myself up to my elbows. “What are you doing?”
“Looking.” His haughty tone implied that the answer to my question was obvious.
“You’re not supposed to stare at it.” I pushed my thighs together, but the huge hands on my inner thighs kept me spread open.
“Shy?” he asked with a smirk.
An exasperated huff escaped my throat. “This isn’t a biology lesson. Get to work.”
He finally met my eyes. “You said you would teach me.”
“Alright then,” I pointed a finger at the swollen, red bundle of nerves. “That is a clitoris.”
“I know that,” he drawled.
“You’re going to run your tongue over it until I climax.”
He nodded. “How?”
“What?” I snarled.
“Up and down, side to side, or round and round in circles?”
“How about you surprise me,” I replied through clenched teeth. “If I sound like I’m enjoying it, keep going until I cum.”
“How will I know if—”
“Kendrick!” I hissed.
“Very well,” he said with a huff. “Don’t say I didn’t ask for more guidance.”
I flopped down on the pillows, all traces of relaxed anticipation replaced by prickling annoyance. How could someone endowed with Maxwell’s physical beauty end up so uptight? How could he have not picked up something from his bloody twin and best friend? Or from watching porn?
A ghost of a concussion pulsed behind my left ear, and I squeezed my eyes shut. He probably just had a funny way of expressing his nervousness.
The tip of his tongue grazed my clit, and I exhaled a relieved breath. Finally!
Kendrick pulled back, his warm breath making my core muscles pulse, and then he made a slow trail back from the tip of my clit to its base. A lightning bolt of pleasure skittered through my insides, making my breath catch.
“How was that?” he whispered.
“Perfect. Keep going.”
He paused for several heartbeats, perhaps studying my reaction. I didn’t dare open my eyes in case that triggered another round of annoying comments or questioning.
After what felt like a full minute, the tip of Kendrick’s tongue swirled around my clit. This time, a tiny cyclone of ecstasy spiraled through my core, making me gasp. Then he paused again. I clenched my teeth and forced myself not to meet his eyes.
I counted five heartbeats before Kendrick swept his tongue from side to side, which only gave me a slight tingle. Before I could see if it would build up to a frenzy, he stopped again.
He drew back, withdrawing his warmth. “Based on physical reaction, the circular movement seemed to have the greatest effect, yet you were more vocal when I swept my tongue up and down. What is your conclusion?”
“You can alternate.” I tried to keep the impatience out of my voice.
“Very well.”
Kendrick parted my thighs again and swept his tongue from my hot core, up the length of my slit, and over my nub. A shockwave of pleasure slammed into my body, tearing a moan from my lips.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I whispered under my breath.
He swept his tongue down again, with more pressure on my clit, making me shudder. After that, Kendrick limited his strokes to that sensitive bundle of nerves, lapping, teasing, keeping at that pace until my thighs clamped around his head, locking him in place.
My throat grew parched from all the panting, and I trembled and clenched under that tongue. If he continued like this, I would climax in minutes. The pads of my fingers dug into his muscled shoulders. How the hell could he be so talented?
Kendrick paused. “Do you want me to—”
“Keep going,” I cried.
He switched to the swirling movement, each rotation of his tongue making my core muscles tighten and spasm around nothing. A moan tore from my lips. I wanted more, needed it.
“Please,” I said with a gasp. “Stick your fingers inside me.”