Page 62 of Late Bloomer
“Please,” I whine.
Pepper doesn’t tease, doesn’t wait. She gives me what I need.
Two fingers pushed inside, her own breathing stutters. We’re still for a moment, maybe two, our ragged breaths and my pounding heartbeat the only noise.
And it’s all so much. Too much. I’m breathing but oxygen is no longer working, my head floating and my muscles tense as Pepper looks at me with those big brown eyes and those red parted lips and that flush of her skin and it’s all so painfully intense and raw and real and I—
I clench around her fingers, and it’s like the crack of a whip, spurring Pepper into action. Her fingers pump in and out of me in a sure rhythm, working me until I’m gritting my teeth, groaning.
She adds another finger, using her other hand to spread me, rubbing my clit with her thumb. Sensation shoots through me that’s so vibrant, it’s almost painful.
I grind against her, begging for more, my own hands pulling out my hair because I can’t fucking take it.
This kind of wanting is sharp. It has teeth and demands to be satisfied. Indulged. And just as I think I’ll never comeback from this, never recover, Pepper removes the hand spreading me.
And replaces it with her mouth, tongue darting out and lapping at my clit.
Pepper doesn’t have a rhythm or technique or any finesse. She’s a little sloppy and wild and it’s somehow all the better for it. She devours me like she was starving and I’m the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted.
I hope she becomes addicted.
My hands leave my hair and travel to hers, stroking, grabbing, pulling. I need her. I need to touch her as she fucks me with her tongue, feel her there, an anchor in the madness she’s creating.
Pepper pulls her mouth away, fingers still moving in and out as she looks up at me, expression wrecked, lips swollen and glossy.
“Teach me how to make you come.” She says it like it’s suddenly the most important thing in the world, like her sole purpose is to pleasure me until I’m twisting under her, begging for it all. Something about the way she looks at me, so desperate and eager to please, nearly tips me over the edge.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing,” I manage to groan. Which, with how equally wrecked I am, is quite the miracle. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I catch another flash of that smile before her mouth is pressed back against me, lips and tongue working in tandem with her fingers.
I let out a moan that’s equal parts relief and agony as I teeter on that precipice, every nerve stretched taut, every touch rocketing vibrations of pleasure through me.
Pepper curls her fingers, and my head lolls to the side. My eyes land on the mirror in the corner, angled so the setting sun hits the top corner, sending a golden glow through the room, across Pepper. I watch her reflection, her chestnut hair tumbling across her back and by my thighs, long body curled between my legs, eyes closed as she works me, her own hand between her legs, every muscle tense as she pushes me closer and closer to the peak.
And that look of hers, one of divine reverence, delicious devastation, as she pleasures herself while pleasing me, tips my world upside down.
“I’m coming,” I gasp out, like it’s much of a secret to anyone in the room. “Fuck. I’m coming. I’m—”
Please.
Right there.
So good.
Don’t stop.
And she doesn’t. She laughs triumphantly as I shake against her mouth, my toes curling and back arching.
She carries me through every last shudder, until I beg her with a gasp to take mercy on me and my shattered nerves.
She laughs at that too.
Pepper collapses next to me on the pillows, and both our chests heave and work in disjointed rhythm as we stare up at the ceiling, our ragged breaths the only sound in the room.
Awkwardness tickles at my sides, threatening to wedge between me and Pepper’s warm, relaxed body. And that’s the last thing I want. I want to say something, do something, that will confirm that this was a good idea. A brilliant idea. An idea we should have a million iterations of over the next few weeks.
But I’m scared that if I say anything—move even a muscle—I’ll pop this bubble. I’ll wake up from this dream and Pepper will disappear and that…
