“Open your legs for me, Margot. Let me see your creamy pussy.”
Dropping my head and moving a couple of inches further back on the bed, I moan as his clever fingers find my clit.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, looking down. He puts a little space between our bodies, urging me onward. “Spread your knees wide for me, honey.”
Feeling a weird combination of shameless and embarrassed, I spread my legs as far as they will go. If anybody else saw me like this, so naked and utterly desperate, I would die. But I look at Stellan and the desire in his expression emboldens me.
I want to be wanton with him, to show him how hungry I am for whatever he will give me. I’ve waited for this my whole life, so I might as well be brazen right now.
Stellan puts two fingers in his mouth, then drops those fingers down to massage my clit. I am not a choir girl, I’ve definitely rubbed my clit before. But when he does it, it feels wholly different. It feels so damned good, like I’m stretching and reaching for something explosive that is just outside of my grasp. He looks deep in my eyes and controls me with his touch, so that I’m spread open and wet, my heart pounding.
He grabs my breast with his newly freed hand, swapping the two. I lean back a little, biting my lip and staring at him like he’s a whole damned meal and I’m starving.
Stellan gets this little smirk on his lips as he looks at me.
“What?” I ask, flushing at his probing gaze.
His smile widens just a bit. His fingers dip from my clit to my core, circling and teasing.
“I’m just watching you. Waiting to see you come apart.” He slides one finger into my core, lighting up a whole part of my body that I didn’t even realize felt good.
I shiver against the sensation. “What if I don't?”
God, what if I can’t? I never thought about it, but that is possible.
Now he grins, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. When he speaks, the sound of it reverberates against my flesh. “You will.”
He sinks down to his knees. My thighs tense and my knees start to close, but he tuts at me. “Stop.”
Putting both hands out to push my knees wide again, Stellan starts kissing the inside of my thigh, making a clear path to my pussy. I squirm as I ache for what I know is coming.
I’ve seen enough movies to know that he is about to eat me out. I can feel the excitement building, feel myself growing hotter and wetter every second. His nose tickles the inside of my thigh.
I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when he parts my pussy lips with two fingers, blowing delicately on the too-needy flesh he finds there.
Stellan glances at me, still smirking. “If you like what I’m doing, if you want more of something, I expect you to tell me. Moan, use words, whatever feels right.”
I don’t know what else to do but nod. As he slowly kisses my pussy, I hold my breath and bury my fingers in his hair. When his tongue circles my clit, a moan bursts from my throat. It feels natural, so I just go for it.
He sets up a rhythm, licking and sucking, making me as hot as fire. It feels good to rock my hips against his mouth, to whisper yes when he hits the right spot, to throw my head back and let soft sounds leave my throat.
All the while, he keeps leading me down a path, driving me wilder and wilder with desire, until…
I climax suddenly, violently. Choking, I feel the vibrations deep within my body ripple out to my breasts, my collarbone, my legs, my fingertips, my toes. Stellan is already kissing his way up my body, getting to his feet. I turn my flushed face up to him, offering him my mouth.
He takes it greedily, his breath tasting deep and earthy and charged, the flavor a little like putting my tongue on a battery. It’s my taste, I realize with a start. I have a flavor of my very own.
His hands are everywhere, sliding from my shoulders down to grab my ass, then back up to my breasts. Although I just orgasmed, already I can feel my body preparing for more. I still want him.
I cling to his shoulders with one arm, smoothing my fingers down his back to his bare ass. Now I’ve