Page 151 of You're The One
“Is this treatment you’re planning to administer on a regular basis?” I tease.
“Happily.”
The third time really is a charm. He makes quick work of his previous path of torture—glorious torture, but torture nonetheless.
He laps, nips, and sucks on each of my hips, and all I can imagine is the sensation lower.
When his tongue finally drags from my entrance to my clit, I practically jackknife off the bed. He’s still holding my lower body in place, so it’s just my upper half that lifts.
I stay propped on my elbows, wanting to watch him devour me. He groans when his deep blue eyes meet mine, the sound vibrating straight through me.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chant as he pulls hard on my clit.
Now that I’m so close, my tune has changed. I don’t want to come. I don’t want this to end.
But my body, and apparently my mouth, have other plans. “Give me your fingers.”
He eases back just enough to speak. “No.”
“No?”
“You’ll come on my tongue.” His voice is low, firm. “And then I’ll give you more.”
“Oh, God,” I moan. Because if words alone could get me off, those would.
When he buries his face in me, I gain a new appreciation for his mustache, and when he sucks my clit again, I stand no chance of holding back the orgasm that crashes through me, stealing my breath.
I’m still panting when I register his words: “Give me one more,” just as his fingers slip inside me and my walls flutter around them.
“Fuck, Mia.”
Through half-lidded eyes, I catch him kneeling between my still-spread thighs. He wraps a hand around the base of his cock,stroking slowly, thumb dragging over the slit glistening with precum. His other hand keeps working inside me, matching the rhythm. I can’t look away.
“Dom, fuck me.”
“No.”
My brows pull together. “Well, you’re bossy today. Why not?”
“I’m enjoying this view too much. Play with your tits, baby.”
I do, and his hands speed up. He adds another finger, and I clench around them, the pressure coiling tighter.
I’m so closeagain.
I suck a finger into my mouth, using the wetness to circle my nipple. Dom’s gaze locked on my every movement.
“Fuck.” His hand on his cock moves faster, the one inside of me momentarily forgotten. “Fuck. I’m gonna?—”
His words break off as he comes, groaning, spurting across my thighs. He shudders through it, and I get a front-row seat to every flicker of pleasure on his face.
He’s really quite beautiful. Funny that I ever thought differently.
When he blinks his eyes open and looks at me, his cheeks flush. “Fuck. I like you covered in me.”
“Me too.” I curl my fingers around the hand on my thigh and tug him down into a kiss that makes my head spin. “Give me one more.”
He chuckles. “Who’s being bossy now?”
