Page 189 of Sweet Ruin

“I don’t—” I manage. “I don’t really do that.”

“You don’t say what you want?”

“Not out loud, historically speaking. No.”

“Then tonight will be a very entertaining first.” He turns his face and kisses the inside of my thigh.

He inhales the scent of me, then drags his broad tongue slowly from the base of my pussy up to my clit, teasing the swollen nub. I gasp and squirm, so he digs fingers into my thighs to pin me there.

“Are you going to tell me what you want?” he asks. “Or are you going to make me punish you for your silence?”

“I…”

But I just can’t do it. A lifetime of refusing to stand up for myself has muzzled me when I so badly want to tell him how to push me over the edge.

I don’t think he minds the latter option, though.

Because the half of his face that I can see turns into an evil smirk—and then he slows his licking to a crawl.

It’s torture. That’s the only word for it.

He flicks the tip of his tongue around—but not quite on—my clit in soft, teasing circles.

Just close enough to tease.

Just far enough to torment.

I grab his hair by the roots. “You… asshole!” I stammer.

“You can end this anytime you want,” says Kane. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give you exactly that.”

He laps around the lips of my sex. So close and yet so far away.

“I… I… Oh, please just give me more.”

He chuckles. “That’ll do, for a start.”

Then he takes mercy on me, drawing the sensitive bud of my clit into his mouth. His lips seal around me and he sucks.

It’s like tightening every nerve in my body. I’m instantly at a breaking point, wound to an impossible degree, all of it centered where his mouth is destroying me.

He says he wants me to tell him what to do, but I think he’s managing things just fine.

He alternates between soft sucks and hard, relentless licks, his tongue plunging deep into my entrance, tasting my wetness, then pulling back to lap at my folds with broad, hungry strokes.

My hips start to move on their own. I’m grinding on his face. In the past, maybe I would’ve been shy or embarrassed about that and stopped myself.

But Kane cups my butt cheeks and pulls me toward him. I’m gushing with desire and he laps up every drop with filthy noises.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he says in a muffled grunt. “Tell me when you’re close.”

My nails dig into the edge of the sink. The tension keeps growing. I’m going to snap soon, and there’s no telling what’ll happen when I do. I’ve never gone quite this high before.

“I… I’m… close,” I breathe, my voice shaking.

He puts a hand on my hip and holds me down when my knees start going. His other hand spreads flat and hard across the top of my thigh.

The noise of the house drops away.