Page 75 of Kiss Me, Maybe

Fucking hell, this woman.

There’s another jolt low in my belly, making my legs shake. When she soothes the bite with her tongue, I’m a goner.

“Krystal.” I don’t register when I started clutching at her bare shoulders, only that I’m holding on to her for dear life. One hand smooths up my inner thigh. She looks into my eyes, silently asking for permission, which I give when I spread my legs wider for her. Her fingers find me soaking. I’m nearly dripping onto the bath mat when two fingers sink into the wetness to spread up to my clit. “Oh, fuck.”

I’m trembling all over again. We’re not going to have enough time for the suction toy if she doesn’t stop soon. “Krystal, please, the toy—”

“One on my fingers first.” Her thumb works fast circles on my clit, and hell, I’m about to come apart this second and give herexactly what she wants. “Then we’ll have some fun with the toy.”

Approximately five seconds later, my thighs are shaking around the most intense orgasm of my life. I’m breathing hard as I stare up at her ceiling, willing my heart rate to go down. No such luck, because Krystal is far from done with me.

“I was thinking,” she says as she grabs the device from the floor. “You’ve only ever used your fingers to come. Is that right?”

“Yes?” I’m not following where this is going.

“You’ve never used a sex toy before.” She opens the bottle of lube before using her slick fingers to spread me open and expose my clit. “And no one’s ever licked this gorgeous pussy of yours.”

My eyes shut at her dirty words and the effect they have on me. She’s already kneeling between my spread legs, her hands on my body. What would her mouth feel like…there? I’ve always wondered what oral would feel like, the sensations they’d cause, lips and tongues and sucking where I’m most sensitive. Would it feel better than my hand, or would I be too self-conscious to fully enjoy the moment?

“And before about thirty seconds ago,” she continues, “no one’s ever used their fingers on you. So I’m curious about something.” I die a little when she presses the power button and gently places the circular tip against me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before, so it takes me a moment to get used to the suction feeling. But when I do…

Oh.

“What?” I barely remember to ask, biting my lip as she raises it to a higher setting.Holy fuck.The suction is intense, but it feels so good against my clit. “What are you curious about?”

“I’m curious which one you’ll like better,” she says, her lefthand pinching my nipple. I let out a gasp. It’s so easy to feel overstimulated by all these new sensations at once. The pressure building on my clit, her fingers thrumming the tip of my breast. It’s hard to concentrate on what she’s saying. “My hand, the toy, or my mouth.”

A second orgasm is quickly cresting, especially when she switches to the highest setting, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to give her a third. As high as my sex drive is, I’ve rarely given myself three orgasms in a row. One or two is usually enough.

I fly apart when her mouth kisses a trail up my shoulder. She shuts off the device and strokes me softly with her fingers as I come down, all the while licking and sucking my neck. What started out as gentle, soothing kisses and touches quickly turns to more as she kisses the top of my breasts. I’m getting wet again when she starts sucking my nipples, and her fingers move just a bit faster against my clit. Getting me ready for her mouth, I realize.

“I’m gonna have you sit on the edge of the tub for me,” she says against my right breast. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“Mmm, what you’re doing now feels nice,” I tell her as her hand strokes me. “Maybe just a little longer?”

“Sure, Angel.” She lets out a low laugh. “I think you’ll agree my tongue will feel nicer, but we’ll do whatever you want.”

I’m sure I will, but I’m still slowly building my confidence up to that. The lighting in here is bright. There’ll be no hiding anything from her. After a moment, though, I acquiesce and rise to the edge of the tub. She positions herself on her knees, spreading mine until her face is eye level with my pussy. I’m shaking with nerves more than desire as she stares at me for what feels like the longest moment of my life.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks me. “If you want to stop—”

“No,” I say quickly. “I don’t want to stop. I just—” I swallow. “I’m nervous.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Her hands smooth up and down my thighs. “It’s okay to feel nervous. If you’re not into it, tell me and I’ll stop. We’ll use my detachable shower head instead.” She smirks slightly, and I resist the urge to turn around because I didnotknow she had one of those in here.

“Deal.” I take in a deep breath.

When I nod at her, she takes it as permission to explore my body more closely. She eases me into it, her lips kissing up my inner thigh and then switching to repeat the process on the other side when she reaches my crease. She takes my legs and settles them over her shoulders, pushing methatmuch closer to her face.

I try not wriggle as she starts licking me butfuck, it’s hard to stay still. Harder than the previous two times on her fingers and the suction toy. She’s driving me completely wild with those long, sweeping licks against my clit. I bite down on a moan, but I can’t take it anymore when those gentle, coaxing licks turn to sucks on my clit. My hand sinks into her hair, gripping the back of her head as the pressure builds and builds. She’s barely started, and I already feel a third orgasm creeping up.

“Krystal, I think I—” I lose my train of thought as she alternates between deep sucks and long, wet licks that dip just a bit lower than they should.Fuck, why do I like this?Like the maddening goddess she is, she gauges my reaction and teases the hole with a finger as she sucks on my clit. I’m squirming against her and crying out before I remember I was about to tellher something. “What was I saying?”

Her lips release my clit with a noisy pop. “I don’t know.” She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with desire. “Should I stop until it comes back to you?”

“Don’t you dare.” She smirks up at me before her mouth is on me again. Working me up to that familiar frantic pace, until I’m gripping the edge of the tub so hard I’m in danger of developing carpal tunnel. She holds on to my thighs through my orgasm, letting me ride it out on her face.

How have I been missing out on cunnilingus for my entire life? What am I going to do when I’m horny and alone in the middle of the night and my hand isn’t enough anymore? Could that happen?

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