Page 80 of I Knew You
“Lick me?” My voice was so soft and hesitant.
“You can do better than that,” he replied in a soft cajole. “You’re the smartest girl I’ve ever met. Use your words.”
I took a deep breath and smiled.
“I want you to devour my pussy, Dracula.”
Bram laughed, and so did I. I watched as he then pulled aside the crotch of my underwear. His soft lips met those between my legs. It was perfect and decadent, the gentle suck of his mouth, the sounds that echoed in the small bedroom as he licked and savored me. He flicked his tongue around my clit so gently and expertly that I was already building up and falling apart at record speed.
“I don’t think I can come this way,” I squeaked between moans. “It’s not personal. I just never have before, and I…”
He disengaged a little, and his rough hands reached up. He backed up slightly and began to peel down my underwear, but not without gently swatting my butt to indicate I needed to move so he could slide them all the way off.
“I don’t care if I have to stay here in this heaven all fucking night. You will come for me. Let me know if you need a rest.”
And he went back to work.
It took a few minutes for my mind to accept that he enjoyed what he was doing. He wasn’t bothered at all, and the little varied things he was doing were to see what I liked. This made me think about how many others he’d done this very thing to.
Suddenly, I was insanely jealous and supremely insecure.
“You’re in your head again,” he muttered against my pussy, and the vibrations made me moan.
“Don’t act like you know me,” I chided, my hand going up to caress his head and gently holding him down against me.
“I can feel it from here,” he said, his voice muffled. “You’re pulling away.”
I bit my lip. Now was not the time for an internal crisis.
“I’m trying to make sure this is still real,” I murmured. He moved, and it pulled a stronger moan from me.
He looked up at me then, fully, his chin and mouth glistening with my wetness, a feral grin across his face.
“Nothing, and no one, has ever tasted as good as you do.”
“I bet you say that to everyone.” I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t talk during sex,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Ever.” My heart stopped.
“Oh, so it’s like I’m your…first?” I gulped. I still hadn’t told him about my technically virgin status.
“You could say that.” He was pleased with what I’d said, and without further preamble, he dropped between my knees again. But this time, he slowly inserted a finger into my very wet entrance.
“Yes,” I hissed, and as he massaged inside my walls. I died a little in the best, torturous way.
It was mere minutes before I felt the familiar tug of something building deep inside my belly. It grew as he worked, inserting another finger, and I began to lose control as he kept hitting one spot repeatedly.
“That’s it,” I hissed, grabbing for anything I could, finally settling on a pillow. “Oh God, I’m almost there. Bram, it’s too much.”
Yet he kept going, not acknowledging my pleas for mercy.
When the dam broke and I tumbled into ecstasy, he grabbed my hips and rode the breaking waves with me until I settled on the bed, barely hanging on.
He removed his finger and licked my sex one final time with vigor, from center to front, and then withdrew. I watched with wonder and shock as he put his finger into his mouth and licked it clean.
“So fucking delicious,” he mumbled.
Completely spent, I removed my legs from his shoulders, letting them fall gently to the floor on either side of him. He got to his feet and reached out his hand to help me up, where I hung precariously on the edge of the bed.
