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His sudden smirk was all ego. She decided to ignore it since his hands were stroking the outsides of her legs. She found that she liked that.
“You’re only against giving me specific instructions because you don’t know what you like.” He spread her legs wider with his shoulders, that open shirt doing things to her even before his hands slid down her legs and shifted them so they’d drape over the blue fabric to dangle at his back. “I’m going to provide options, and I want you to tell me when you like or don’t like what I do.”
“Okay.” She laid her head back on the mattress, or tried to. The bun hurt, and she pulled the tie free before resting her hands on her stomach while her hair brushed her skin. “So you think I’ll be able to speak coherently throughout? Good to know. I like that you’re setting the bar low.”
He turned his head and nipped her thigh in punishment, making her laugh. “I’d argue with you, but my mouth will be busy.” He slid his tongue up, lapping at the moisture coating the top of her thighs. He let out a little groan. “Very busy.”
“Promises, promises,” she murmured, her breath catching as he used his fingers to open her more.
He didn’t warn her at all but licked along her parted slit from bottom to top.
“Oh,” she mumbled, the sensation of being licked there strange.
He lapped at her, a grunt that sounded like appreciation humming against the lips of her pussy.
Fuck, she liked that. “I like that,” she gasped as his tongue licked and stroked. “The grunting part.”
His annoyed huff made her skin vibrate again, but it also made her laugh. The laugh strangled in her throat as his tongue shifted higher, away from her entrance and directly over her clit. The throb in answer was almost instantaneous.
“Jesus!” she moaned as her horniness from making him cream himself before twisted into something needier. “I like—” The words broke. He wasn’t going slow or sweet; he was lashing at her clit. His tongue was demanding she fucking come—and come now. It didn’t let up at all as she writhed against his face, her hands dropping to his head and trying to pull him tighter against her.
She humped his face as his tongue stroked her in tight, small laps. Her eyes rolled back as the orgasm ripped through her. She’d been so achy and wet before, but the spirals wheeling through her blew all of that away, along with her thoughts. Antonio’s tongue didn’t stop but instead made her orgasm extend as he stroked and stroked.
After, when her arms were spread wide and she had melted into the bed and had forgotten her name, his name, what a name even was, she realized he hadn’t pulled back but was licking in little circles that weren’t as good but weren’t soothing either. She felt like, if he pressed a little harder, she could work up to coming again.
That was before he closed his lips around her clit and sucked. All she could do was grunt as her body was hit by a live wire. The way he pulled on her clit had lights sparking in her eyes almost immediately, but he kept doing it, ratcheting up the tension higher and higher. The intensity of it was a little wild as she throbbed. Her hips arched, and she climaxed again.
“Antonio!”
He groaned as she gasped his name, pulling her tight against his face as he continued to suck her through her release. At least it wasn’t as long this time. She didn’t think she could have survived if it had been drawn out like before.
If she thought she was boneless with the first one, she was completely wrung out after the second. And her hair was tickling her and probably a mess from the way her head had writhed. She swallowed, her chest rising and falling too fast.
He gave her slit another lick before his humming vibrated against her. If he kept that up, he’d make her want it again.
“You taste like you came all over my face,” he said.
She snorted. “That’s not a flavor.”
“It is,” he said. She had a suspicion he was grinning, but she couldn’t be bothered to check.
“That was two for me,” she said. She couldn’t smile or frown—she was too relaxed for that—but her thoughts churned. “I only gave you one. Maybe we should—”
“Shut up, Vespa,” Antonio grumbled, still between her thighs. Then his hands slid under her to grip her ass as he really did spear her with his tongue like he’d said before. His tongue slid inside her, but it didn’t really fill her and made her feel hollow and penetrated at the same time.
But she loved the way his hands were holding on to her hard, pulling her into each jab of his tongue as he tried to fuck her with it.
Her hands found his head, trying to pull him into her harder, and she released an embarrassing whine when it didn’t work. She let them fall away as frustration flickered inside her. Each lick seemed to be trying to tease the frustration higher.
“Dammit, Antonio, your tongue isn’t as thick or hard as your cock. I need more. Get up here and fuck me.”
He released her ass, and her legs fell off those sexy shoulders of his as his body rose, but not his head. His tongue pulled out and dragged up, stroking her clit.
It felt good, but not as good as when he’d done it before.
“No. I need to be filled. I need—”
He thrust two fingers inside her. Then he kept thrusting them. That was why he’d lifted up, she realized, to let him angle his thrusts. And they felt good as she worked herself on them; better than his tongue, but still not quite enough.
