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“Fuck, Ana. Are you always this wet and ready for me?”
Yes! I want to scream. His face is lodged between my thighs while my fingers get tangled in his hair. I’m having the most erotic experience of my life, but…
“I never come that way.”
He pauses, staring up at me like I admitted to being an alien.
“What?” I’m vexed. “It’s not my, um, my thing.”
Bryce’s lips turn stern. “Fuck that.”
“Why do you look mad? Are you actually angry at me because I don’t like oral sex?”
“That’s not it, Ana. I’m mad that someone else fucked you with their tongue before I did,” he gripes. “Now lie down.”
“I said—”
“You’ll love my tongue on your pussy, Ana. You know why? Because I’ll stay down there till I find the way you love it. How fast, how slow. If you want my rough tongue stiff or pressed along your folds in a deep kiss. If it takes all fucking night, I’m going to eat your orgasm. I’m going to feast on one climax after another. All you have to do is let me. Will you let me?”
I don’t know if I believe him or if I’m under his spell. It doesn’t matter. Once I lie down, nothing else matters.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I congratulate myself for giving Kina the night off. I needed to stick around to make sure all the alerts are in place. Since I’m the one who installed the new system, no one else is suited to make the final touches that ensure the safety measures don’t disturb the homeowner.
At least, that’s what I told Kina.
The truth? I couldn’t bear to leave Ana tonight. Not after our conversation in the sitting room.
Jesus, the hurt in her voice might as well be a knife gutting me. The accusation, muted with time but no less potent, hauled me back down the dark pit of those days after the sentencing.
When I lost my job and any hope of ever being offered one like it—because the level of security clearance required a spotless criminal record—I felt like the years of sacrifice by my family and by me had been for nothing. Hopelessness was my constant companion, the ambition that drove me for years completely snuffed out. I couldn’t handle the pity of friends and the bewilderment of professors. Confronting Ana at that time was as likely as climbing Mount Everest. I couldn’t face anyone, least of all the one person whose body I craved, whose mind I adored, whose spirit I worshipped.
Right now, that person is before me. Luminous in the dark kitchen, soft hair ruffled, sexier than anything I could have imagined.
“Anastasia, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper in awe. “Now do what you’re told. Lie down and take my tongue like a good girl.”
“Oh my god, why is that so hot?” she squeaks. When she lies down, I lift her ass in order to slip her pants off, inhaling at the sight of her wet cleft. She rubs my hair as I press gentle kisses on her pussy.
“Bryce? I… are you sure you want to, um, do that?”
Anger flares in my chest at her insecurity. What kind of partners would make her doubt her arousal is anything but the nectar of a goddess? My annoyance is quickly overtaken by jealousy.
“Am I sure, Ana? I’ve wanted to bury my face between your thighs more times than I can admit even to myself. I’ve woken up with a hard cock, dreaming of you riding my face. So yeah, I’m pretty fucking sure I don’t want to do anything else.”
I bend her knees up and place her ankles over my shoulders. My hands roam her legs, spreading her thighs and revealing glistening folds. “Oh fuck, Ana. Your sweet cunt is so wet for me.”
I inhale deeply before offering a series of long, firm licks. She stiffens at first, but my steady lapping helps her relax into the pleasure. When she moans and swirls her hips, I take it as permission to do more. I press my tongue on her clit, stiff and relentless.
“Bryce, oh my god,” she whines, back arching. “What are you doing to me?”
“Open your eyes and watch me feast.”
She lifts her head, eyes half-mast and mouth open. I hold her gaze while French-kissing her folds. My tongue glides along her silky center and my lips press and churn to spread her arousal all over my mouth, my chin, my cheeks. I’m in fucking heaven.
“There, oh there!” she says, throwing her head back. My tongue presses hard, tight circles over her inflamed clit. Ana’s breathing turns shallow, head flailing left and right.
I lick and penetrate with my tongue, sporadically wrapping my lips around her clit to tease it into a harder, fuller peak. Again and again, I work her body with my mouth while drinking my fill of her delicious arousal.
My cock is excruciatingly hard. As she squirms and moans, she’s pushing me to my own climax. Not yet. I already know it will be impossible to hold back but Not. Yet.
