Page 38 of Two’s Better

“All right?” I asked, my voice like gravel. “Can I—?”

Her throat bobbed with a swallow, then she nodded quickly. “Yes,” she said, remembering her words. “Please.”

Breathing hard, I adjusted her position a little, tilting her hips further forward. The hand in my hair tightened, the sharp tug going straight to my balls. She pressed her back against the door, lifting her hips for me. That tiny movement was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Are you comfortable?” I asked, my eyes flicking from her face to her pussy, to her face again. Christ, my mouth was literally watering in anticipation.

She nodded again. “Yes.”

“You’ll tell me if that changes.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes,” she said again, her voice higher, breathier.

“All right. I’m going in.”

She laughed, just like I’d expected her to, the sound morphing into a breathy moan when I licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the top, tongue flat.

And like some part of me had known, the moment I got my mouth on her pretty little pussy—the moment I got her taste on my tongue, it was game over. I was immediately and completely obsessed. I was never going to be the same man ever again; I was practically going to beg to eat her out every fucking day.

I wouldn’t admit it unless prodded, but the moment we’d made up our minds about this, I’d done copious amounts of research. Of course, I knew to follow instinct and my partner’s body—and most importantly, their verbal cues—but at the same time, I didn’t want to look too much like the novice that I was.

So, I placed my mouth fully on her pussy and began to lick her out like I was trying to get to the centre of an ice-cream cone. She cried out, her nails digging into my scalp.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck, fuck, yes.”

I made an encouraging noise, looking up at her. Her head was tilted back, and I didn’t know if she was aware of it, but the hand holding the hem of her dress up had moved to one of her tits and was squeezing rhythmically. I felt my dick kick in my underwear at the sight.

The noises she was making, the way she was rocking her hips against my face—

My own hips began to flex, my dick straining uncomfortably. God, God. By the time I made it up to her clit, she was practically vibrating. I sucked on the little sensitive nub, licking and mouthing at it, going feral at all her responses.

She glanced down at me. Her brown skin was flushed, her braids falling out of its bun, curls gently framing her sweating face. Her eyes had never been so dark, her lashes still glistening with the tears of pleasure from her earlier orgasms. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Can you—” She panted, blushing. “I want—your fingers.”

My dick kicked in my underwear again. Shit. I moved my right hand from her hip and slid it between her legs, feeling around her soft, slick lips for the opening to her pussy.

“Yes,” she gasped out when I found it. “Right there.”

I slid my middle finger in and groaned as it was enveloped in silky slick heat. Tight fucking heat. I awkwardly pumped the digit as I sucked on her clit, trying to think of anything else but the desperate pulsing heat between my own legs.

She rocked her hips into my mouth, against my finger. “Another. Please.”

I fumbled, my hips jerking as I slid a second finger in. Jesus fuck, she was so fucking tight. The thought of how she’d feel clamping around my dick had my balls cramping up, my hips jerking again. Shit. God. Don’t you dare fucking come.

“Yes,” she sobbed, fisting my hair. “Oh fuck, Uzi, just like that, just like that—”

She was so wet my fingers were making a delightfully filthy noise with each thrust into her pussy. Her thighs began to shake. Fuck, was she close already? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I instinctively sped up, wanting to get her there, just as I remembered.

“No, no, don’t speed up,” she confirmed with a desperate cry, her hand tightening painfully in my afro.

I grunted into her pussy. My dick was about two seconds from exploding. I squirmed, then frantically spread my thighs, arching my hips, trying to get even the slightest pressure off my prick to keep myself from coming in my pants like the eager slut that I was.

I had to clench my eyes shut so I could concentrate, painstakingly maintaining that rhythm—sucking and rolling my tongue over her clit, pumping my fingers rhythmically into her soaked pussy until—

She practically tried to yank my hair from its roots as she came, this time completely silently, her thighs vibrating. Her inner walls pulsed around my fingers, the feeling making me groan. I didn’t stop, maintaining that same pace with my mouth and fingers until she pushed my head away with a low whine.

I turned my face into her thigh, gasping raggedly. “Goddamn. Fuck.”