Page 18 of The Boy Next Door
I throw my head back on the pillow, balling my fists. His finger works in and out. I gasp when I feel his warm breath against my clit.
“Do you want me to taste you, Emma?”
“God, yes.”
His tongue flicks once over my clit and my body jerks. “Are you sure?” he says. Another soft lick. “I can stop.” Then he moves away.
I pant. Reaching blindly for his face or hair—anything to drag his mouth back down on me. I lift my head from the pillow and lace my fingers through his hair, tugging. “Don’t.”
He lowers his mouth to my pussy again, trailing his tongue along my slit. He watches his fingers as he plunges them into me. I like that he’s watching, that he’s right there between my thighs. My toes curl as my back arches from the bed. He sucks and nips while fucking me with his finger.
I pull at his hair, rolling my hips against his mouth as I chase my release. Every time I need him to suck harder he does. Just when I’m about to beg for a second finger, he slips it in, and right when my body heats up, ready to let go, he stops.
“I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
