Page 96 of Unwritten Rules

Taking a moment to enjoy the view, I bring one hand around and underneath her to slip and slide my forefinger through her juices.

“Jesus Christ, Mila. You’re fucking soaked.”

A low moan escapes as I dip my forefinger inside, drawing out more wetness and covering her entirely before adding another thick digit alongside the first to slide into her tightness.

“So fucking tight. I can’t wait to see your pussy choking my cock.”

My eyes drift from her core, where my fingers continue to pump in and out rhythmically, my thumb spreading her juices over and back, around and around her swollen clit, to find her eyes are wide and watching everything in wonder.

“Do you like seeing me on my knees for you, Hellcat?” I lean forward and flick her clit with my pointed tongue. “Do you like my mouth on your sweet cunt? My fingers stretching your tight pussy?”

Her nostrils flare, and her eyelids flutter as I feel her pussy flood with even more arousal, gripping my fingers like a vice, my words clearly turning her on even more.

My girl likes dirty talk, hmm?

“Would you like me to kiss you now?”

I pump my fingers faster, resting my cheek on her soft thigh and allowing my eyes to fall shut in absolute bliss. “Because I’m ravenous for you, Hellcat.”

Leaning forward, I continue to finger-fuck her whilst pressing on her lower stomach. I lave my tongue across her throbbing bud and lap up her juices, flicking her swollen clit while pumping my fingers in and out, building pace.

I open my eyes to find Mila’s trained on what I’m doing, her chest heaving and eyelids fluttering with the effort to keep them open.

“Fuck my face, Hellcat. Use me. Come for me.”

As though my words are her undoing, her knees clamp around my head, and her hips buck frantically as her right hand grips my hair, holding me in place, taking the pleasure I so willingly give to her while her left hand covers her gagged mouth, further muffling her muted cry of pleasure.

Her orgasm fills my mouth, her sweetness exploding across my taste buds as I continue to devour each and every last drop.

All too soon, Mila’s legs loosen their grip around my head, her hand falling from its place in my hair as she comes down from the heights I have taken her to.

I lean back, dropping one last peck on that distinctive birthmark as I go when a full-body tremor wracks through my girl.

Rising to stand, I gently ease her from the table, hooking my arms underneath her body and legs to carry her bridal style to sit in a nearby high-backed armchair with my Hellcat gathered close. I take the time to untie the bowtie and tug her panties from her mouth, her eyes opening slowly to take me in with almost newfound wonder.

“I didn’t know…I didn’t realise…”

Fuck!

“Have you never orgasmed before, Hellcat?”

My eyes are surely bulging from my head as she deadpans, “Well, in case you forgot, Dory, I am well able to masturbate—”

“Alone, yes. With someone…have you ever?”

She glances to the side, nuzzling her petite frame against me in a way that makes me want to stay here and now forever without the world encroaching on our stolen bliss.

She doesn’t answer, so I drop a lingering kiss on her forehead, whispering against her smooth olive skin, “Thank you.”

Before she can respond, there’s movement from the forgotten ball as someone enters the privacy of our area.

“Nate? Are you here?”

My eyes meet Mila’s as she rises from my lap on shaky legs, and we both try to fix the other frantically before the owner of the voice makes their appearance.

I toss my bowtie around my neck, not bothering to redo it whilst pocketing Mila’s destroyed panties with a wry grin when she spots me.

Mila has just dropped into the seat that I vacated when none other than Zara rounds the corner, her eyes narrowing into slits upon finding me with company when she was, no doubt, hoping to corner me alone.