Page 60 of Last Chorus

She nods fast.

I push my thumb deeper into her mouth. “Suck.”

Eyes flaring, her lips seal around my finger. She sucks hard, her tongue swirling. I grunt, the sensation echoing around my cock.

“Do you want more?”

Another eager nod.

I give her my first and middle fingers and she goes to town on them. Teeth and tongue, sloppy and ravenous. Then she grabs my wrist and lifts her head, sinking my fingers to the back of her throat. Eyes on mine and glittering with challenge, she sucks and swallows. When she gags a little, then moans, it’s game over.

In seconds, I have her sweatpants off, her legs around my head, and my face buried in her pussy. One arm over her stomach to hold her down, I lick everywhere except her clit, reveling in the return of her taste on my tongue.

When her thighs start to shake and the tone of her cries changes from pleasure to torment, I find her hands and put them on my head. They immediately sink into my hair and clench. Her shoulders lift, upper body curving. Panting, she stares down at me like I’m more devil than god.

I wink.

She pulls my hair roughly, guiding my mouth to her clit.

“Suck,” she snarls.

I happily comply.

Her grip is merciless as she rides my smothered face, too far gone to care about whether or not I can breathe. I can’t, but it doesn’t matter because in less than thirty seconds she comes with a gloriously profane cry.

I kiss her swollen clit, then devote myself to the task of licking up every drop of tart cum. Legs splayed and arms over her face, she’s too blissed out to notice my exploration further south until my finger joins the party.

She whacks my head. “No way.”

I chuckle against the crease of her thigh. But I don’t move my finger. “What? I’m not even pushing.”

An arm lifts off her face. Her eyes narrow, but amusement dilutes the effect of her glare. Watching her face carefully, I massage with a bit more pressure. Notbreaching the ring of muscle yet, just reintroducing myself. Her breath hitches, pupils flaring.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought. You remember how good it feels to take me here while I work a vibrator in your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” She licks her lips. “Is, uh, that what you want? Tonight?”

I shake my head, almost smiling when she can’t hide her relief. Then I do smile. “Maybe tomorrow.”

Her eyes round in panic, but I don’t give her time to think about it. Lifting onto my knees, I slide forward, forcing her legs wider with mine. With my free hand, I stroke her arms and thighs. Slow, heavy pressure that makes her eyes glaze. Then I palm each of her breasts, tapping and lightly pinching her nipples until she’s panting again. All the while, I slowly increase the pressure of my other finger.

“Left foot on my shoulder. Good girl.”

I kiss her ankle in thanks, then look down and bite my cheek at how she’s spread open for me. How well she remembers. How naturally we still move together.

“Fucking perfect.” I make her aware of my finger again, circling and pulsing it. “You’re already nice and slippery. Just one finger for now. I’ve never hurt you before, have I?”

“No.” She takes a deep breath. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Her bravery, her trust, make my heart hot and my head light.

She’s still better than any drug.

“That’s my girl,” I say, my voice gravel. “Inhale nice and slow. Now exhale and relax.Fuck. There you go.”

Her body swallows my finger to the second knuckle before clamping down in resistance. I keep my hand still, letting her adjust at her own pace.

She winces. “I’m sorry, I?—”