Page 16 of Resist

I’ve been with women before who didn’t come on command, or orgasm easily. I’m not afraid of a little hard work. And I’m certainly not afraid of death by pussy.

Scrunching my eyes closed to slow the salty sting burning my eyeballs, I flicker my tongue against her swollen clit as I finger her inside. If she wasn’t enjoying it, she’d tell me, I’m sure of it. This woman has opinions and isn’t afraid to share them. And she sure as shit wouldn’t be bracing my headagainst her crotch like this if I wasn’t close to where she needs me to be.

She’s into it, it’s just taking a little longer than I expected it to, than I’d like it to. But the reward of her legs buckling when I finally get her over the line will be worth the pulsing ache in my cock, the pressure building in my knees, and the pins and needles in my toes.

I graze my teeth over her clit, playfully tug on her piercing, and she sucks in a sharp breath. If I was one of the nearby viewers, that noise would have drawn my attention.

Are other people in the room watching us?

I’m not an exhibitionist, but something about this woman makes me want the whole world to watch as I drive her toward her undoing.

The pressure to deliver mounts inside every muscle in my body as I continue my work in earnest. My hand cramps as my fingers work her G-spot, sweat trickles down the back of my neck, and my muscles tighten with every second that passes, but I’m not giving up.

I’ve cracked tougher nuts than this one.

Or have I? I can’t think of a time where I worked this long and hard to make a partner come, I’m already setting new records with this woman.

The more perspiration that seeps into my eyes, the longer I’m on my now aching knees, the harder I work my tongue, the more I’m starting to wonder.

I’m not giving up. Fuck that shit.

This woman is going to come if it takes the last breath of my life to get her there.

I find a rhythm, tongue, fingers, moving together, swirling, flicking, squeezing. She’s still soaking, dripping her delicious salty-sweet moisture onto my tongue and down my face.

When she bucks her hips, I risk glancing up at her. Herhead’s thrown back, lips slightly parted, eyes closed. The jerkier her movements become, the more her grip on my head loosens.

Yes! I’ve got her.

It takes maybe another thirty seconds before she whimpers quietly, if I wasn’t listening for something,anything,from her, I’d have missed it.

Her jaw drops on a silent scream as her whole body tenses, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers.

She comes in an inaudible explosion, soaking my fingers and riding my tongue.

Her foot slides from my shoulder to the floor, and she stumbles back about two feet until she meets the wall, eyes still closed. She hums, I stay on my knees, her cum dripping from my nose and chin onto the floor.

When her eyes snap open, she finds mine in the dim light, offering me a lazy smile. “Good job.” Her tongue snakes out to wet her lips, her head falling back against the wall on a heavy sigh. “That was... unexpected.” Her voice is shaky. “And delightful.”

She’s blissed out, satisfied, if there was more light in the room I bet that beautiful stain I’ve already seen on her face would be splashed across her chest and cheeks.

Whatever weight she’s been carrying isn’t weighing on her in this moment. She’s peaceful.

We stay that way for what feels like a long time before she hands me a box of Kleenex from the clean-up shelf. And after I mop her juices from my face and throat, I try to stand, and fail.

“Sit back, butt on the floor, and let the blood come back to your legs.” She hands me a bottle of water with the top cracked before she rubs at my shins and calves, kneading my tired muscles with her strong hands.

It’s quiet, no one else is in the room around us, and aquick glance over my shoulder shows Austin and Mackenzie are gone as well. It’s just me and Cecelia, and she’s tenderly rubbing the blood flow back into my limbs.

“Feel better?” My voice cracks so I soothe my rough and aching tongue with a mouthful of cool water.

She nods, not meeting my eyes. “Much, thank you.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, and I pry it out from between her teeth with my thumb. After a long beat of silence, she meets my gaze at last. “I don’t normally...”

“You think I’m judging you?” I gesture around the room. “This is the one place you can do whatever the fuck you want without judgment, Cece.” I caress the apple of her cheek with the side of my thumb as she avoids looking my direction. “As long as it’s consensual.”

“I know. I just... I at least get to know someone first before...” She huffs out a breath, so I offer her my most toothpaste-ad smile.

“It’s okay. People can’t control themselves around me all the time.” I wink at her, and her serious, stoic face twitches like it may break into a smile any second.

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