Page 30 of His Secret Wish

Chapter 7

Owen flicked his tongue against her clit, just a quick touch, but enough to send sparks skidding through her. Her hips bucked, a squeal escaped her. She clamped her mouth closed, not wanting everyone in the house to know what they were doing.

He waited a beat and then did it again, this time tightening his grip on her hips so she couldn’t move. Another sound rushed up her throat, but she managed to swallow it down at the last second.

“I wish we were somewhere where I could hear you scream.” His words were muffled against her skin, but she heard them. They sent heat skipping through her blood, making her cells sizzle with want.

He turned his focus back to her clit, flicking his tongue against her again and again, lashing her over and over. Her legs tried to close, the sensation overwhelming. His shoulders blocked them, and she had no choice but to surrender to the sensations washing through her.

She fell back on the bed, no longer able to hold herself up. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs up until her heels were planted on the bed, next to her ass. The position made her legs fall open wider, giving him an all-access pass to her pussy.

He took advantage, licking and sucking on her like his tongue was the only thing keeping the world rotating. She closed her eyes and pinched her nipples harder, the pleasure and pain making her pant. Each pinch of her fingers on her nipples sent a wave of heat rippling through her, lifting her higher and higher toward ecstasy.

His tongue slipped inside her, licking deep. She moaned, her fingers pinching harder. A connection of electrical current built between her breasts and her pussy. Sparks just waiting to ignite.

He turned back to her clit, his tongue circling the swollen bud. She pressed her hips against his mouth. “Please, Owen. More. I need more.” Her voice was a needy mess, throaty and breathy.

He sucked on her clit and slipped a finger inside her. Her hips jerked, everything below her bellybutton tightening. It had been forever since she’d done this. It felt so fucking good.

“Yes, yes, yes.” It was a quiet chant, the words falling from her lips like water from the faucet. Her skin buzzed with electricity, everything inside her pulling tighter and tighter with each passing second.

He suckled on her clit, slid a second finger inside her, filling her up. The stretch burned a bit, since it had been a bit since she’d had anything inside her. When she played with her toys, she usually only did the vibrating kind on her clit. Anything inside her was often too much effort, for very little payoff.

Which, she realized, was only a problem when she was playing alone. When she was with someone, and they were doing the playing, all bets were off.

He crooked his fingers and found her g-spot, and her hips jerked, a cry torn from her. It had taken them a bit to find it initially, many years ago, but once they had, it was a go to that made sure she orgasmed hard.

She pulled one of her hands away from her breast to cover her mouth to stop from screaming. His fingers played her to perfection, his lips sucking and teasing her clit to distraction. All together it turned her into nothing more than a big ball of need.

He used his free hand to hold her down, his fingers hot against her stomach. His tongue flicked against the tip of her clit a few times, before he gently suckled on it again, his fingers flicking over her g-spot over and over again.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the entire universe centered on the tips of his fingers, the brush of his tongue. Every slow second yanked her higher and higher, nearer and nearer to the edge. Her muscles tingled, tightened in anticipation. Just a little more and she’d be flying over the edge.

“Oh, God, Owen.” The quiet words were sort of a wail, and the urge to scream was building higher and higher in her chest. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to stop it when the time came.

He lapped at her clit, alternating the flat of his tongue with a small suck of his lips. All the while, his fingers were relentless against her g-spot. So much sensation, so much need, all of it building and building and building. So close now. So, so close.

She pinched her nipple hard, sending a streak of sensation directly to her clit. His lips closed around it and he sucked harder than before, sending her spinning. She yanked a pillow over her face and let loose, a scream ripped from her throat.

Her entire body tensed, her back bowing off the bed until only her ass and shoulders were touching the mattress. Her knees came together, locking him between her thighs. He didn’t seem to mind, or even notice, as he continued to lap at her right through the orgasm.

Every lash of his tongue, suck of his lips, sent another shockwave through her, until she was practically vibrating. He stopped touching her g-spot and pressed his fingers deep inside her. Touching places that hadn’t been touched in what felt like forever.

Her muscles released, and she sank back to the bed, a sheen of sweat on her back and chest. The cool air felt good against her burning skin.

He didn’t let up, even though she’d just had a massive orgasm, and her stomach muscles rippled. He pressed his fingers deep into her and then pulled them almost all the way out. Then he reversed course and pushed them in again.

The rhythm he set was brutal, but also perfect. He licked her clit like he would an ice cream cone, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bud. Her inner muscles clutched at his fingers, trying to keep them pressed deep.

All together it was too much, and she felt the rumbles of another orgasm start inside her. But this time there was no build up. She felt the start, the shake, and then she was flying again, pushed over the edge without warning.

She clutched the pillow to her with both arms and screamed again, her knees coming up to her waist, opening her up to him completely. Every cell in her body buzzed, coming alive after being asleep for what felt like centuries. This orgasm shook her to her very core, and her entire body trembled.

He slid his fingers out of her, and she whimpered into the pillow, already missing the feeling of fullness. She flung the pillow away, sucking in some deep breaths. There’d been more than a moment there where she’d forgotten how to breathe. Her skin was sticky with sweat, which was rapidly cooling in the cold air. She shivered.

Owen pushed to his feet. wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was so hot she practically combusted on the spot. She opened her arms, and he climbed onto the bed, lowering himself on top of her. His jeans were rough against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and pussy, and she groaned at the contact, rubbing against his hard, trapped cock shamelessly. Just because it hurt, didn’t mean it was in a bad way.

He groaned, very gently rocking his hips against hers. “You taste so good,” he said, his voice like he’d swallowed some broken glass. “I forgot how sweet you are.” He kissed her lips, his tongue diving into her mouth.