I put a foot on the ground and rose up from my knees. As soon as I was standing, he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me as hard and disrespectfully as I’d always wished he would.
I reached for his dick again.
“Not yet,” he said, swatting my hand away.
I searched his eyes for direction.
He laid a hand on my chest and applied just enough pressure so I would know to take a step back, and then another and then another. And then my back hit the wall.
“Now where was I?” he asked, keeping his dark eyes on me as he dropped to his knees and lifted my dress.
He pushed my legs apart with his hands, and I felt his lips at the top of my inner thigh. Then his tongue. He drank his way up to my slit and then dragged his thick tongue across it, circling my clit like a vulture.
I let my head fall back against the wall as he plunged his tongue inside me, my whole body clenching around it as waves of heat rippled through me.
And as the floor dropped out from under me, I was on the Rotor Ride all over again.