Page 77 of The One
I couldn’t.
I was frozen.
Stuck on this wall, swelling with pleasure.
He’d done this a couple of times before. He’d go slow, licking all around me, like he wanted to get me extra wet. And once I was, he would surface and immediately slide his dick into me.
But this was different. That didn’t seem to be what he was doing here.
Because there was nothing slow about the way his tongue was moving, which was focused on that one area while his fingers took care of the other area.
“Rhett!”
And his licking—it was more like a flick, the same way he rubbed me sometimes when we were having sex and he wanted me to come. But instead of massaging me with the pads of his fingers, he was beating across my clit with the point of his long, wet tongue.
How could something feel so good?
How could it cause this kind of reaction from me?
One where I wanted to pull at his hair, and I wanted to scream, and I wanted to collapse because I wasn’t sure my legs would continue to hold me.
“Fuck,” I said as quietly as I could. “What are you doing to me?”
“I’m making you come.”
His lips surrounded me, and he sucked, the friction so hard, like he was pulling something out of me. I’d never felt anything like it, and I found myself banging my head against the wall.
As though he knew how close I was, his lips pulled back, and he released my clit. The licking returned, his fingers moving even faster than they had been, his breaths hitting me, adding to whatever was stirring.
It was a combination I hadn’t been ready for. “Oh! Yes!”
A mixture that was creating something I couldn’t fight.
He wanted me to get off.
And he was about to get it.
With each pat of his tongue, I was getting closer. A build that was swishing across me, like he was plugging me into a socket, sending electricity through my whole body.
Every end was sparking.
But together, those sparking ends created something.
A rush.
A scream of, “Rhett,” came shouting through my lips. “Fuck! Yes! Ah!”
If there was a peak, I was there, dangling over the edge, unsure if I would ever come back.
But each lick brought me down further, and it brought me back to reality, sending the shivers, which had been roaring, to a dull simmer.
“Oh my,” I breathed, attempting to fill my lungs again, “God.”
“You gave me just what I wanted.”
There was a calmness in his tongue, a lapping he hadn’t yet given me today, and then a stillness as he gently kissed me. Hisfingers slid out, and his head surfaced from my dress and gown. Then, he was standing in front of me, his hands on my face.
“Kiss me, Lainey.”
