Page 32 of Spicy or Sweet
Jesus. Her voice is low and goes straight to my head, curling around me like smoke.
“Please take them off. Do whatever you want to me. I just need you to touch me.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. Have I ever sounded so desperate? I’m not sure I’ve everbeenso desperate.
Whatever I sound like, I can tell Noelle likes it by the way her fingers twitch against me.
It’s been a long time since anyone has seen me bare, and I might feel self-conscious if she weren’t looking at me like awonder of the world as she pulls my underwear down. Noelle’s eyes widen as she gets her eyes on me, her lips parting.
“I can’t believe I wasted so much time not liking you, when I could’ve had your beautiful pussy all over my face,” she says, shaking her head.
I don’t have time to process the words—she leans in and runs her tongue over my clit. It’s not a slow build of pleasure; it’s an explosion. Fireworks burst inside me in quick succession, and I fist my hand in Noelle’s hair as she lavishes me with her tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry, wrapping my legs around her head. I’m trapping her, but too lost in the sensation of it all to do anything about it. And Noelle doesn’t seem to mind. She alternates flicking her tongue, pressing it hard against me, then closing her lips around my clit and sucking. She moves from soft and gentle to desperate and messy and back again, over and over, until I’m practically fucking her face because I can’t stop myself from moving.
She sits back on her knees, pressing her thumb to my clit in place of her tongue. The change in sensation has me slamming my hand down on the island, trying to stay upright, because I don’t want to miss a second of this.
“Do I get to touch you now?” I ask as she catches her breath.
Noelle’s answer is a breathy laugh. “I’m nowhere near done with you, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart. That’s the second time she’s called me that.
I’ve never been one for pet names. As a kid, I dreamed of having a nickname—I was the only one of my siblings without a name that could be shortened. Nicolas has always been Nico, and Georgina was always Georgie. But I was just Shay. I’ve liked my name from some tongues more than others, and it’s pretty when Noelle says it, but I might like “sweetheart” even more.
“Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to make you come, and we’re both going to enjoy it. Then I’m going to take youupstairs, we’ll order dinner, eat,thenyou can touch me, I’m going to make you come again, and we’re both going to enjoy it. Sound good?”
So good. “Mhmm. But I need to feed my cat before we go upstairs.”
Noelle frowns. “You have a cat?”
“Not really. Kind of. It’s complicated.”
She looks no less confused, but shrugs. “Alright. Let’s just go to your place.”
“That works.”
“Great. Can I make you come now?”
Jesus. My breath catches in my throat. “Have at it.”
Noelle’s eyes light up.
She teases my entrance with a finger. “This okay?”
“Yeah.”
Slowly, she slides one finger inside me, and my head falls back. She curls her finger, massaging gently, while her thumb puts pressure on my clit. It’s been so long since I had any part of someone else inside me, and longer since it felt this good. I rock my hips to the motion of her finger, gasping when she pulls out and pushes two inside.
“Fuck, baby,” I cry when she presses them against my G-spot, and she goes still for a moment.
Shit. I didn’t mean to call her baby. I open my mouth to apologize, but stop when my gaze follows me. Her jaw is slack, her eyes practically black, and I only have a second to clock the lust in her expression before she’s on me.
Gone is the gentle Noelle of thirty seconds ago; she catches my clit between her lips and sucks hard while rolling her fingers roughly inside me. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, engulfed in flames, with ginger-scented smoke choking the air from my lungs.
Without thinking, I knot my hands in Noelle’s lilac hair, and though I try not to pull, I fail miserably when she moans against me. I swear I can feel the sound in the marrow of my bones, like a zap of electricity tipping my world off its axis and sending me tumbling into beautiful oblivion that’s somehow everything and nothing at all.
I fall off the cliff’s edge, my mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm ripples through me, wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. And Noelle eats it up. Literally. If anything, my orgasm pushes her to devour me even more intensely, her tongue lavishing me like she’s scared to miss a spot. I can’t hear her over the blood pounding in my ears, but I can feel the vibrations as she groans against me.
Hours pass—or that’s what it feels like anyway. It’s only one orgasm, but Noelle drags it out beyond any I’ve ever had before, until my bones feel like jelly.
