Page 86 of The Other Side of Paradise
“About your mouth.”
“Stella…” She bit her lip, eyes wide.
“Mm-hm?”
“You… do you…” She swallowed hard, taking in a shaky breath, before she said, “You could… if you wanted to… find out…?”
Fuck me, that was hot. Allison wanted to go down on me. I desperately wanted to take her up on it. But I loved a little teasing. “After you finish your painting.”
“Holy shit.”
“I want you to have this painting to remind you of it.”
She nodded mutely, lips pursed, eyes wide, as she picked up her brush again. That also meantIhad to wait, but the waiting felt amazing. Getting to lie there, luxuriating in Allison’s attention, fantasizing about her mouth, had me slip my hand from my thigh down to my core, where I felt myself absolutely soaking wet. I wondered if touching Allison’s would feel like that.
“Oh god,” Allison breathed.
“I’m just touching myself alittle.I’ll make sure I don’t come. Unless you take too long…”
“It’s hard for me to focus when I’m just thinking about—you know—”
“About licking my pussy.”
“Well. Yeah. Oh my god.”
“Keep going, Allison.”
She mouthed a quietfuckwhile going back to the painting. Even if I couldn’t see her panties, I could tell from the fidgeting in her hips how turned-on she was. Good.
“Do you like it when a girl comes on your face,” I said, moving my fingertips in slow circles, “or do you prefer to finish the job another way?”
She bit her lip with a soft moan. “I, um… I like when… the former.”
“Good. I like that too. You’ll do a great job.”
“Oh my god. I’ll t-try my best.”
“I can’t wait to come on your mouth…”
“Stella. Oh my god.”
I laughed, low and throaty, biting my lip, while I dipped two fingers through my folds. “Do you like it when a girl is a little rough, or gentler? Like, grabbing you by the hair and pressing into you…”
“I’m not answering that.”
I snorted. “Yes, you are. Tell me, Allison.”
“Jesus fucking Christ. I like… um…” She focused on the canvas, her lips drawn in a tight line. “I like a little… energetic.”
“That’s not really an answer,” I said, knowing full well the answer. She groaned.
“I want you to fuck my face so hard it breaks, isthatthe answer you’re looking for?”
“It’s the exact answer I’m looking for,” I murmured, more heat building in me as I kept going, kept playing with myself, watching Allison’s shaky brush strokes. “I can’t wait to feel you.”
“Stella, please,” she whined, voice soft, cracking. I smiled.
“Do you want me to stop talking about it?”
