Page 85 of After Midnight

So I add another finger, stretching her out, pushing them into her slowly. And at the same time, I lower my mouth to her clit and start to lick it, drawing my tongue along the flushed bud, then sucking it into my mouth.

She’s already starting to whine, wriggling beneath my mouth, trying to press her hips up, begging for more. Despite her protests, I go slower. I want her to want this so bad that she can’t take it anymore. I want to have her shaking and sweating before she hits that peak.

And I want my mouth and my fingers and my cock to be what takes her there.

I push my fingers deep inside her, curl them just a bit, and leave them there, massaging that sweet spot that makes her moan. With my other hand, I press back the hood of her clit, fully exposing it, then lower my mouth and touch it with the tip of my tongue.

She squeaks out a surprised breath, trying to close her thighs, but I look up and say, “Be good, and I’ll make you cum twice.”

Her gaze meets mine, her cheeks flushed red in the low light. With a small sigh, she settles, opening her thighs again, letting them be held apart by the arms of the chair.

“Good,” I say, smiling up at her. Then I lower my mouth to her clit again, bathing it in the heat and wetness from my tongue, my fingers still working deep inside her.

I don’t rush. I build her up slowly, consistently. Remi closes her eyes, and she reaches up and over her head to grip the back of the armchair. She looks like she’s coming undone one slow suck at a time.

When her legs start to gently shake, I know I’ve almost got her there. But I still don’t go faster, don’t try to speed across that finish line. I keep finger fucking her, keep lapping at her swollen clit, keeping a smooth rhythm.

“S-Seb,” she whispers.

Glancing up, I find her face scrunched, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, the expression on her face something like pleasure and pain and everything in between.

I don’t stop. I keep going. Her thighs shake on either side of my head, her low stomach flexing as I take her higher, help her chase that release.

Then she goes still, entire body freezing.

And when she cums for me, it’s a beautiful thing. Her moans alone have my cock twitching, and her cunt floods with hot wetness. I slide my fingers out of her and replace them with my tongue, wanting to taste her, wanting to feel her pussy squeezing with each burst of pleasure.

She releases her hold on the back of the armchair and reaches down to grab my head, fingernails digging into my scalp, forcing my tongue deeper inside her, as deep as it’ll reach.

It’s so sexy, feeling her take control like this. It could make me dump my load right here, on my knees in front of her.

But I hold myself back. I told her I’d make her cum twice, and I have every intention of following through on that promise.

Gently, Remi loosens her hold on the back of my head, and I look up, meeting her eyes as I slide my tongue out of her wet cunt. She looks absolutely spent, with tired eyes and heavy breaths.

But we’ve barely gotten started.

chapter 39

Remi

MY LEGS ARE STILL SPREAD, hanging over the arms of the chair, and Seb is on his knees in front of me, his lips and chin glistening with my juice. I came so hard that my insides are tired, as if I just did a twenty-minute ab exercise. But no—all I did was sit here, sprawled open, and let him devour me.

Fuck, he’s good. I wonder how many women he’s eaten out to know how to do it like that.

The thought makes me a little jealous, but in a way that’s a turn on—in a way that makes me want to have his cock inside me, to wrap my arms and legs around him and whisper into his ear that he’s mine now. I’m not usually possessive, but the thought of his mouth or dick being anywhere near any other woman makes me burn with heat.

Slowly, I lift my legs from the arms of the chair, then ease myself onto the floor, so I’m on my knees with Seb. I lean in to lick the moisture from his lips, making him groan. Between us, his cock jumps, pressing against my low belly.

“Do you want to fuck me now?” I whisper, starting to kiss my way from his mouth to his neck while my hand finds his shaft and starts to stroke it.

“So fucking bad,” he whispers back.

“Then you be good,” I say, “and let me ride you.”

When I look up at him, he’s got a worried expression on his face.

“What?” I ask.