did as she asked and the laugh became a squeak.
His hands slipped beneath her to cup her ass and he lifted her toward his mouth. His tongue swiped her lightly then swirled on her clit for the briefest of seconds. His breath was hot.
“Put your tongue on my clit.”
It was still difficult to speak aloud sometimes. Telling him what she wanted and needed sounded like dialogue from a bad porn movie. Jack would never laugh at her. He loved it when she talked dirty. But it still took Josie a lot of effort to let go. She tried again, distracted by Jack’s tongue swirling on her button.
“Put your finger inside me.”
“Put your finger inside me, what?”
Again, Josie let out a giggle that became half a gasp when he complied. “Put your finger inside me, Jack.”
She was the one telling him what to do, but that didn’t mean he’d given up control. He slid his finger inside while he kept up the same steady rhythm on her clit with his tongue. The pleasure mounted. She forgot to breathe. She also forgot to speak.
Jack’s lips moved against her flesh, sending another ripple of pleasure through her. “Tell me what you want, Josie.”
It was hard to speak, but she found her voice. It had gone low and husky. “Lick me. Harder. Right there…” Her voice broke as the first waves of climax began to wash over her.
Jack pulled away. His finger stilled. He breathed on her. The sensation was not quite enough to send her over the edge. She remembered to breathe.
“Are you going to come?”
She barely had the air to giggle again, but she did. “Hell, yeah.”
She tilted her head to glance down at him, expecting him to be smiling. He was staring at her seriously. “Good.”
“Jack?”
“Because I want to make you come so hard you scream my name, Josie, and then I’m going to slide up your body and fuck you until you come again.”
Though he liked her to be explicit, Josie had never heard Jack talking dirty before. All at once she understood the appeal. Hearing him say aloud what he was thinking made her pussy flutter. Her clit pulsed but didn’t begin the final beating spasm of orgasm. Not quite.
Josie hovered on the edge of coming for what felt like an eternity. One kiss, one stroke, one breath and she’d be over the edge, but Jack gave her none of those. She found herself lifting her hips toward him in a silent appeal.
“Tell me what you want, Josie.”
“Use your mouth on me,” she managed to whisper. The darkness behind her closed eyes swirled with colored lights that moved with the thud of her heart. She imagined she could feel her blood pumping through her body, in her chest, her belly, between her legs. She waited, tense, for his mouth to touch her.
His finger moved slowly, excruciatingly slowly. He twisted it inside her, then slipped another inside to stretch her. And still he didn’t touch her clit, though she felt the burning puff of his breath there, where she needed it most.
Her mouth opened, her head tilted back on the pillows. Every fiber of her being strained toward him, toward release. “Please, Jack.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me with your tongue and make me come, or I’m going to slap you silly!” The words tumbled out of her in a rush, full of need and passion, but also the exasperated humor she knew he expected.
His hand moved. He brushed her tight clit with his lips, then took it between them and tugged ever–so-gently while she gasped and cried out his name. Her head tossed on the pillow. He fucked her faster with his fingers, in and out, while his lips continued to tug softly on her swollen flesh. She’d stayed so long on the verge of orgasm that her body now stuttered in its response. She was strung high-wire tight. Josie’s hips rolled and her thighs trembled.
Just a bit more penetration, a little more pressure, and she’d come so hard she’d scream his name, just like he wanted. If she had the breath to do it, that was.
Jack flicked his tongue along her folds but once again bypassed her need, damn him. He swirled around the hood of her clit but didn’t touch the button within. Another swipe of his tongue along the opening to her pussy left her shuddering with a delayed climax. His fingers moved in and out, twisting inside her. He curled them, found the spongy texture of her