Page 28 of Split You Open

“What I need,” she corrects with a sharp gasp as I sink two fingers inside of her.

A hungry growl answers her. Words escape me as hers wrap around my psyche. Blair needs me.

Good, because I feel the same way when it comes to her.

I groan as my fingers are gripped tight by Blair’s body. “Damn it, Blair, you’re going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick. Your pussy is fucking perfect—made for me. I can already tell.”

I withdraw my fingers from her and Blair grumbles in protest. Grinning, I take my fingers—coated in her arousal—and use two to circle her clit. Blair gasps and arches her hips. Her hands reach out to grab the sheets, and they become bunched in her fists. Bracing myself, one hand beside her head, I lean over Blair and claim her mouth, needing to taste her again.

Immediately, Blair’s lips part and she welcomes my tongue with hers. Her hands come up and she grabs my face, holding me to her as if afraid I might pull away again. My fingers slide over and around her clit. Sometimes my fingers scissor around it, teasing the nerves tucked away there. Occasionally, I dip my fingers back into her pussy, recoating my fingers and teasing her insides with gentle pumping.

Blair’s answering moans into my mouth grow louder.

“Rhett, please… I need to cum.”

I can’t help but tease her, “Do you?”

“Yes…”

I smirk as she whines and squirms as I hold off on giving her what she’s asking for.

Her body begins to tense and she writhes beneath me. When my fingers dive back inside of her, I use my thumb to continue working her swollen clit. Her body bears down on my fingers, and she pulls away from my mouth to gasp. Her cry of pleasure that follows is so pretty and sweet. Unable to keep my lips off her, I plant kisses along her jawline.

When she settles, breathless and relaxed beneath me, I pull my lips away and withdraw my fingers. Without giving her a chance to bask in her post-orgasm glow, I crawl down the length of her body and lay between her legs. As I lift her legs to rest on my shoulders, Blair looks down at me.

“Rhett, what are you—oh!”

My tongue slides through her slick center, starting from her weeping core then making my way up to her clit. I move deliberately slow so that I can savor Blair’s taste. When I get to her clit, I tease it with a gentle suck before pulling away to look up at her.

“Fuck, you taste like the finest dessert,” I growl between clenched teeth.

It’s taking everything in me not to pounce on this woman.

I want to fuck her into oblivion but I’m not a man that the fates favor often. Blair is a gift. One that I will absolutely savor until I go mad.

And then, even in my insanity, I will continue to worship this woman.

My face returns to between her legs and Blair cries out. Her fingers return to my hair and I groan as her nails rake across my scalp again.

I lick and lap, suck and tease at Blair’s pussy. In response, her body coats my face with her juices. Blair’s hips grind against my face. Her cries of pleasure and groans of need become muffled by her thighs as they lock around my head. My fingers join my mouth. As two sink into her pussy, my pinky works its way into her tight ass. I chuckle against her clit as Blair stiffens and cries out.

“Fuck, Rhett! Oh, shit… I’m going to cum.”

I don’t relent when she does fall apart again. Nor do I stop when her body relaxes. I work her back up all over again, drinking all that her body has to offer.

“Rhett, I can’t…” She whimpers. “It’s too much.”

I lift my head to look at Blair, my fingers still deep inside of her.

“You can give me one more, can’t you?” I ask with a crooked smile.

She starts to shake her head, but I tut, interrupting her.

“Don’t be like that, I can have one more. I’m sure of it.”

I get to work, devouring her cunt like it’s my mission in life. When she falls apart again, I chuckle against her pussy. Blair attempts to wiggle away from me.

“Rhett, no more. I can’t.”