Page 29 of Little Paper Games
“Although, I don’t blame you for calling me God.”
She opened her eyes at that, narrowing them and pinning me with a gaze.
“For someone who claims to be God, you’re sure not doing much,” she sassed. Oh, that’s how she wanted to play?
“Challenge accepted, Red. Now, shut the fuck up unless you’re calling out my name.” I shifted, slipping my fingers into her wet folds, one digit sliding deep inside of her and pressing upwards as I moved.
“Ah, fuck!” she gasped.
“That’s more like it.” My lips found her nipple and I sucked the hard bud into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue as my thumb found her clit. Her hips lifted, trying to push my fingers deeper. Message received.
“You’re so wet,” I breathed against her skin. “Hmm, I wonder…”
My voice trailed off as I shifted again, kissing down the curves of her body.
“What are you —” she began.
“I thought I told you to shut the fuck up unless you were screaming my name,” I chided, nipping the skin by her hip bone playfully.
“You’re an ass,” she groaned.
That’s fine. I’d just shut her up in a different way. My lips kissed the top of her pubic bone when she shifted up the bed with a strange littleeepnoise.
“What are you doing?” I sighed, frustrated that my treat had run away. Literally.
“What areyoudoing!?” She shot back, her eyebrows almost blending into her hairline. She looked so surprised.
“I’m giving myself a treat,” I scoffed, reaching for her thighs to pull her back down. “Now, come here.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she said softly. Her voice changed from her normal annoying tone to something else.
Something timid. I didn’t like that.
“Don’t have to do what?” I asked, crawling my way up the bed to her, my eyes locked on her face, willing her to look at me.
“Dothat,” she reiterated.
“Look at me, Red,” I murmured, taking my time to kiss her knee where she’d folded herself up at the top of the
bed. Her eyes met mine, but she still looked timid.
“I don’t have to kiss you between your curvy thighs. Is that what you mean?” I let my voice caress as I made myself comfortable sitting in front of her.
“I don’t have to let my tongue taste you, drink you in?” My fingertips ran over her lower legs, and I smirked, feeling goosebumps rise up over her skin.
“I don’t have to feel your clit twitch in my mouth as I flick it with my tongue?” My voice was low and deep, letting my need to taste her show through and, hopefully, wipe away her insecurity.
“Jesus, fuck, Jude,” she breathed, her mouth hanging open at my words.
“Good girl, you remembered my name. Now let’s see if I can get you to call me God, shall we?” I teased, pulling her down gently until she was lying on her back once more. She went willingly, opening her thighs to me. I couldn’t believe she’d never been tasted before.
Just as I got settled between her legs, she balked again.
“Are you sure?” she questioned, her thighs tightening around me.
“Shut up, Red,” I chuckled, letting go of any hesitation and diving in to taste her.
My tongue slipped through her lower lips and sought out her swollen clit. The way her back arched just slightly and she gasped in a breath had me hardening again. I flicked the nub with my tongue, my hands sliding up and around her ass, pulling in her and locking her into place for me.
