Page 21 of The VIP Package

“You should have opened with that when we met.” I waste no time stepping into position, not even a little self-conscious. “You’ve clearly done this before.”

“I read the manual.”

“I meant the position, not the sex swing.”

“Read the manual for that, too.”

“There’s a manual?”

He grabs hold of my thighs, spreading me over his face. “Grab the handles until you get settled.”

“What am I settling in fo—oh!” I cry out as his tongue strokes the length of my slit. “Jesus Christ.”

I know I told him this position was on my fucket list, but that was mostly the novelty. It sounded like fun, trying something unique. But this feels?—

“Exquisite.”

“You’re stealing my word,” he murmurs as he licks into me again. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

“I’m not waterboarding you, am I?”

His tongue probes deeper inside me. “A fine way to go.”

The sensation’s insane. I’m standing on the floor, straddling his face, having my clit sucked as I cling to the handles for dear life. My God, the man has a talented tongue.

“Ash,” I cry out as his tongue flicks faster over my sensitive nub. “I won’t last long like this.”

“Not to put too fine a point on this, but”—he pauses to flutter the tip of his tongue at my entrance—“isn’t this meant to be a flying sixty-nine?”

“Math was never my strong suit.” But he’s right, his cock isright there. I lean forward to reach it, lying over his torso with my breasts pressing into his belly. Gripping the base of his cock, I seal my lips around the head.

“Fuck.” He groans as I slide down slowly. “That’s more like it.”

He doesn’t let up on his side of the bargain, licking and sucking and making me mindless with his mouth. At some point, he slides two fingers inside me, turning his wrist to locate my G-spot.

“Holy fuck!” I cry out, nearly choking on his cock. “What fucking manual did you read?”

“A fucking manual.” He chuckles between my thighs. “How aptly named.”

I go back to swirling my tongue at the head of his cock. As skilled as he is at eating me out, I want to impress him with my fellatio. But I keep getting distracted by the tug of his lips on my clit. His fingertip pressure on my G-spot. The talent he has for teasing me right to the brink, then easing up just as I reach the precipice of climax.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” I pant, “aren’t you?”

“Edging you?” He plunges his fingers in deeper. “Perhaps.”

I like it. I like it way too much.

It’s the sort of thing that’s only possible with a partner who knows your body intimately. How is he doing this?

“Camille.” There’s a sharp note of warning in his voice. “No more deep throating.”

“Mmm?” I’ve already got him at the base of my throat, so I ease off gently. “How come?”

“Yes.” His voice sounds strained, or maybe that’s because he’s speaking into the space between my legs. “You’ll make me come the next time you—Camille.”

I chuckle and ease off, letting the man have a break. “Two can play the edging game.”

“Ready to fly?”

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