Page 22 of Good Girl
Her legs begin to shake and I put my hands on her thighs and guide her backward until she’s right in front of the bed.
‘Lie down,’ I tell her, giving her a gentle push of encouragement. I’m enjoying this so much I’m reluctant to take my mouth off her for long. I want so much to see her come, it’s making me tremble.
As soon as she’s comfortably lying back on the bed, I push her thighs open wider and lower my mouth to her pussy again, using the fingers of both hands to hold her open and fully expose her clit, before restarting the sweeps of my tongue against it, beginning slowly and steadily getting faster. After a few moments I feel her begin to move with me and I smile as I realise she’s finally allowing herself to relax into the sensations and enjoy what I’m doing to her.
Her hands grip the duvet on either side of her legs as I bring her closer and closer to the release she’s clearly desperate for now.
‘Oh, my God... Oh, my God...’ She pants as her back arches off the bed and she pushes herself against my mouth. I suck down, then lave my tongue over and over her, feeling her shaking, twisting and throbbing beneath me as she comes hard, a low, guttural moan piercing the quiet of the bedroom.
And I’m in heaven. There’s nothing I love more than making a woman come apart, but for some reason it’s even more satisfying with Juno. Perhaps because I was worried it’d be hard to get her to trust me and relax. But that wasn’t the case here.
She certainly seems very fucking relaxed right now.
I look up to see her gazing back at me with a look of absolute wonder on her face.
‘Oh, my goodness, what did you do to me? I thought I was going to implode with the intensity of it.’
I grin, delighted she’s so appreciative of my skills.
‘I dreamt about doing that to you all night.’
‘Really?’
‘Sì. And it was even more enjoyable than I imagined.’ I get up off my knees and crawl over her, flopping down next to her on the bed and turning to look into her deep-blue eyes.
‘I love the way you respond to me when you let go. It’s so natural. So visceral. A real fucking turn-on.’
‘Do you...want me to...do something for you?’
With difficulty, I shake my head. ‘No. This is about you. What you want.’
‘What if I want to give you pleasure?’
I wave the suggestion away, my head telling me it’s the right thing to do but my body groaning in protest. ‘You already have.’
She starts to protest but I cut her off. If I don’t get out of here right now, I’m afraid I’ll give in and take her up on her offer. But I really can’t right now. We need to take this slowly, eke out the pleasure and anticipation of it.
Pleasure delayer, that’s me.
‘Get dressed. We’re going out for breakfast,’ I mutter roughly, turning away before she can see the war raging behind my eyes.
Juno
My body is still humming as we stroll slowly through the bright morning sunshine to a pavement café in the Piazza della Repubblica, where we can watch the bustle of the farmers’ market going on around us. The place is alive with colours, smells and lively chatter and I sink gratefully into my chair and order a double espresso and a rich, buttery pastry for my breakfast, very much enjoying the feeling of being a part of this wonderful scene.
I’m absolutely famished and when the food arrives I can’t get it into my mouth fast enough.
It’s strange, but after my experiences with Sandro last night and this morning I feel as though something’s changing inside me. It’s as though I’ve woken up from a deep sleep to find everything feels about a hundred times more intense and, somehow,real. Life’s brighter, sharper, louder and has more depth. Perhaps it’s just the dopamine rushing through my veins, but something instinctively tells me that it’s not just that. It’s something else that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Every time I glance over at him my whole body heats with the memory of what he did to it and I have to squeeze my thighs together to try and dull the greedy ache for more. I can’t stop thinking about the way his dark head looked, moving between my legs earlier. My body gives another throb of longing and I shuffle impatiently in my chair.
What the hell is happening to me? I’ve never felt wired like this before—as if every nerve in my body is humming with electricity.
‘So, what do you do with your time when you’re not house-sitting for your father’s mistress or teaching naive young women how to have a good time in bed?’ I ask in an attempt to put the thought of sex out of my mind for at least a few minutes. I suspect it’s going to become increasingly difficult to do that when I’m around him. He’s sex personified.
‘At the moment I’m trying to set up an affordable artists’ co-operative in London with a friend of mine, but we’re constantly being outbid by the big property development companies for the sort of premises we need. Ideally we want to find a big, airy building with large windows to let in lots of light, but of course those types of properties are also ideal for loft-style apartments.’
I frown in sympathy. ‘Sorry to hear that. It must be frustrating to keep being outbid.’
