Page 106 of Give & Take

He makes good on his promise, hooking his arms under my thighs and dropping those beautiful lips onto my already slick center.

I may be older than him, but he’s clearly got years of experience on me, because immediately, I can tell he knows exactly what he’s doing. I rage with the envy of knowing other women had him like this, but it vanishes into oblivion when he takes my clit into his mouth.

“What the hell is that?” I gasp as he lets go.

“What?” he asks, knowing exactly what I mean. He pulls my clit into his mouth again in a deft sucking motion. Pleasure spasms through me like jolts of electricity. I actually cry out.

“Raph,” I say, feral now. “I’ve never—I can’t—” But there are no words to describe what I’m feeling. I don’t even know why I feel compelled to say any. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. When my hips undulate, his tongue flicks out in long hungry strokes, matching my rhythm.

I’m doing everything I can to not come—this is too exquisite to rush. But it’s like trying to stop a dam leak with a single finger. Between the tension we’ve built up and what he just watched me do in the window, I’m going to be gone in ten seconds flat.

Except just then, Raphstops.

He licks his lips, his eyes devilish. “Not yet, Sunshine.”

Raph flattens his tongue over me, stroking in an all new way. The pleasure comes at me sideways, opening delicious channels I didn’t know I had.

He sees it, letting out a chuckle as I grip his hair. “Bet you Silicone Simon couldn’t do this,” he says between strokes.

My laugh is joyful, but tinged in desperate exasperation.

Raph’s serious again a moment later. “One day, I’m going to fuck you with that dildo while I do this.”

All I manage is a strangled gasp. That, in particular, is something I’ve always wanted to try. Among other things.

“See how he likes that,” he says with a wink.

I want to tell Raph he’s ridiculous. It’s what I always tell him. It’s what I love about him.

But he strokes me with his flattened tongue again and I lose my mind.

Raph lets out a low sound of appreciation at the sounds I’m making, then lifts his head, thumbing my clit to maintain the rhythm. “I need to feel you now, Lana. To fuck you. Is that okay?”

“Fucking do it,” I say, not recognizing my own voice.

“That’s my feral girl.” His voice is deep and low and frankly, rearranges my brain chemistry. But Raph doesn’t get up. His eyes watch the ministrations of his thumb, and he lets out a low grumble as if jealous of his own digit. He drops back down with his tongue—teasing, slow, never enough to bring me all the way.

“Now, Raph!” I cry, frustrated and so on the edge I feel like I might tear up. It feels so, so, so very good. So, so, so very torturous.

A low chuckle sounds from between my legs. Then, “Now?”

“Raph!”

But just as I’m about to completely lose my mind, there’s a crackle of foil and a seamless shift from tongue to fingers. And then fingers replaced with a hot, round head.

Seamless.

“Lana.” It’s a response. An admonition. A promise.

His eyes meet mine as he presses gently at my entrance. I whimper, writhing underneath him.

Raphfeelsjust as big as the dildo. But I’m not comparing. I’m going cross-eyed.

“Like this, Sunshine?” he asks.

“More,” I beg.

He’s restraining himself. Going slow. But when he strokes his cock along the length of my pussy, his lips tilting in a wicked grin as I grasp his ass and try to bring him closer, I know he’s teasing me.

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