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And he licked her again. This time he drew up closer to her clit, and instead of trying to close, she wished her legs could spread wider. But they were trembling too much as he continued to lick her, over and over again.
His eyes met hers as he dragged his tongue over her. His hands shifted her thighs over his shoulders, her knees bending to rest her lower legs along his back. “No shaking,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you. Just feel.” And he pushed his tongue inside of her.
The penetration was slow, but deeper than she expected. Deeper than he’d let his finger go. But though his tongue pushed inside her, there was no pain.
As he withdrew and thrust, his tongue steady and rhythmic, the throbbing returned. Only the ache wasn’t where he worked inside of her. No, it was higher, like her clit was begging for attention.
Her hips arched into the next thrust of his tongue, and the ache felt more intense as he made a broken sound. “Yes, Bea.” His hands moved under her ass, cupping it and pulling her into the next thrust of his tongue on his own. His eyes were on her again, but the irises had widened so that they looked almost black instead of brown.
Beatrice’s breath caught at the way he looked at her.
When his tongue withdrew and slid up, tantalizingly close to reaching the point where she’d really begun to throb, her arms gave out, her back hitting the table.
“Please, Montrell,” she begged.
His chuckle hummed against her, vibrating where she needed him to touch. “That’s my good girl.” He licked again, but around the area she wanted him, not over it. “Tell me you need this.”
She tried to shift, but his hands held her tight. When his tongue flicked and teased slightly above the throb, she didn’t recognize the desperate sound she made. Her legs tried to shift, closing tighter around him.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Squeeze those thighs to keep me close.” His tongue was stroking faster, making her feel more out of control as he swirled and circled closer. His hands loosened on her ass, reaching for her hands instead. He dragged them to his hair. “I want to feel you tug on me.”
And already she was trying to move his head that inch herself. His chuckle vibrated again, making her cry out. “Such a good girl. Tells me you want it.” And for an instant, his tongue slid right over that throb.
Beatrice almost blew apart, but he was already gone. “More,” she begged.
But his tongue had lowered to thrust inside again, making her desperation writhe higher. He growled as he fucked her with his tongue, over and over. Only one of his hands had returned to her ass. The other splayed over her pelvis, holding her down as she tried to thrust.
Her legs shook as another whine slipped out.
His tongue pulled out and stroked up. One perfect, delicious stroke before he circled where she needed him. It made her want to sob. Maybe she was already sobbing. She was certainly making noises.
“Fuck, I can feel how close you are. Need me to send you over, baby?”
She was trying to drag him to the intense ache. She couldn’t say anything, could only make those sounds.
But Montrell knew. Finally, his tongue slid right over the throb, and there was instant relief, but as his tongue returned, over and over, firm and steady and slow, the relief was chased away behind a flood of sensation that twisted and ached and burst into a convulsive tightening inside her.
Montrell’s groan vibrated against her as he stroked her through the orgasm.
Her body had melted into the table by the time it was over.
Only it wasn’t over. When she managed to open her eyes, he was staring up at her. And his tongue was back to circling.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” His hand squeezed her ass as he dipped lower, lapping at where he’d dipped inside before. “More,” he growled. “And this time, pull even harder on my hair. Tug the shit out of it when what I do feels too good.”
And he started all over again. His deep, rich voice sent a rush of skimming sensation over her skin. He didn’t tease her as long the second time. He tongued right above where she wanted him, and her hands tightened and pulled.
“Yes. That’s my good girl,” he praised her as his tongue rewarded her with that same firm, slow rhythm as before.
It didn’t take long before her body was lifting into the pulsing that had returned.
He held her down as he talked her through it, telling her how amazing she was even though he shouldn’t have been able to talk, not with his tongue so busy.
Her whole body was shaking in reaction. She noticed it as she stared up at the ceiling, lost in feeling as his tongue seemed to wrap around her sensitive clit.
The sudden suck was light and delicate and intense.
She cried out in shock as the ache and throb built swiftly. Too swiftly. It was intense and sharp, and the sensation held. Her hands twisted in his hair as her eyes squeezed shut and she tried to hump his face, not sure if she was trying to get closer or shake him off. Montrell sucked, the pull slightly harder.
