Page 28 of The One
“Yes.”
“How wet?”
She tilted her head back, and I kissed down her throat, gradually moving to her collarbone and chest so I could take each of her nipples into my mouth.
“Oh my God.” She quivered.
Instead of my hands, I used my tongue to flick them.
Tug them.
Bite them.
“Shit,” she sighed. “That’s … amazing.”
My eyes connected with hers, and I lowered to her stomach, tonguing around the loop in her belly button and to the topof her pussy, spreading her legs around me, giving me enough room so that my face fit in between them.
I’d never done this to her—or anyone. But I’d watched enough porn to know that this was how you made a woman really wet, and that was what Lainey needed to make this hurt less.
But that wasn’t the only reason I was doing it.
If she was going to give me one of her firsts, then I was going to give her one of mine.
I wanted to know this part of her body as well as I knew her mouth. And even though I’d touched her pussy before and fingered it, this was a whole different beast. So, I took some time rubbing my fingers around her. Her breathing hitched whenever I got close to the center, and she gasped when I went low. I wasn’t even using my mouth, only the tips of my fingers, going far enough to show me just how wet she was.
“What … are you … doing … to me?” She was breathless.
I knew she’d never had this either, not if I was the first dude to ever kiss her. “I’m prepping you for my tongue.”
“You’re going to put your tongue …there?”
“Yes, Lainey”—I flattened my tongue and swiped from the bottom of her to the top—“right here.” I kept it high, wiggling it against her, and I wedged it between where her clit was tucked in.
The second I licked her there, she screamed, “Rhett!”
If my mouth wasn’t open and my tongue wasn’t out, I would have smiled. But I was too busy, my speed upping with every lick, my finger circling the rim of her pussy until it eventually slid in.
This was for her. That was the plan anyway. I just hadn’t expected to like this as much as I was. For my dick to throb every time she moaned. For the taste of her to be something I was suddenly craving.
“Yes!” she shouted. “Fuck!”
The more I did while I was down here, the more her body began to respond, letting me carefully ease in a second finger. While both were inside her, I turned them, gently pumping and stretching to get her ready for me. And with each rotation, her body moved, her hips greeting me, and she tugged on my hair like she was urging me to go faster and deeper.
I’d gotten her off before.
I knew the sounds, the feel, how she got extra wet, like she was doing now, and how there was a brief tightening and hardening of her clit.
But I also knew how coming would make her relax, and that wasn’t what I needed.
I needed her wanting.
I needed her hungry.
I needed her needy.
So, I stopped all movement, like the screeching of brakes.
I gave her a brief kiss and lifted my mouth off her, my fingers slipping out.
