Page 140 of Seven Lost Summers
I drag my tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. The heat radiating off her skin is unreal, pulsing with how worked up she already is. Her body flinches, hips twitching, breath stalling in her throat.
I press another kiss higher before dragging my tongue along the crease where her thigh meets her pussy. Enough to make her squirm. Enough to watch her suffer.
She lets out this shaky little sound that’s half moan, half protest.
I smirk against her skin. She’s already losing it, and I haven’t even started.
I shift lower, letting my breath ghost over her pussy. Then I give her the lightest touch. The tip of my tongue grazing her clit. Barely a whisper of contact.
Her whole body jolts. Her legs tremble, breath catching so hard it turns into a choked gasp.
One light flick of my tongue and her body comes alive. She’s so fucking sensitive.
Every flick of my tongue, every breath I push across her clit, makes her hips jerk. She can’t control herself. Her whole body’s strung tight, teetering on a thread that’s fraying more every second I keep her waiting. She’s begging for more with every breath.
Finally, I fucking give her what she needs.
My tongue dips down, finding her clit, and flicks fast. The sound that tears from her throat. Fuck me. It’s broken and breathless, scraped raw from somewhere too deep to even fake. The kind of sound that hits me right in the chest and drags every last scrap of control straight out of my body.
I want more. I need more.
I do it again, slower this time. Drag my tongue over her clit in a slow wet circle. I don’t blink. Don’t look away. I want to see what I do to her.
She’s flushed from head to toe, eyes fluttering, lips parted, chest rising too fast. Her whole body jolts again. That sweet little cunt pulses under my mouth as if it’s already coming, and I’ve barely fucking started.
And fuck, something hits me low in the gut. The weight lodges under my ribs, digging in, fucking with my head in a way I didn’t ask for.
Whatever this pull is, it’s not going away. Quinn was always the fantasy. A girl who got under my skin and stayed put. She was always out of reach. Untouchable.
But now… now she’s spread open for me, soaked and shaking, her pussy in my mouth, her moans tearing through every shred of control I’ve got left. Every filthy thought I ever had about her back then, every time I stroked my cock thinking about her as a desperate, horny teenager, hard as fuck and drowning in fantasies I knew I’d never touch—none of it come close to this. Nothing I imagined even fucking compares. And I can’t stop watching her now, writhing under my tongue, gasping my name without even knowing she’s doing it… there’s no part of me that isn’t hers already.
Her head tips back. Her lips fall open. She whimpers again, a soft, shattered noise that makes my cock ache so hard it’s almost unbearable. Her whole body moves with mine now, chasing every flick of my tongue, every lazy circle over her clit.
I suck her clit. A firm pull between my lips, tongue circling the swollen nub, and her whole body arches, hips lifting clean off the mattress before I slam my hands down and hold her in place.
She’s so fucking close. I feel it in the way her pussy pulses against my tongue. Her breath’s all over the place, stuttering in her throat, chest rising too fast to steady. Her thighs keep trying to lock around my head, desperate to hold me there, but I keep prying them apart, forcing her open like I own her body now and she fucking knows it.
I drag my tongue up through her soaked folds again. Her pussy throbs, pulsing hard, slick running down onto the sheets. The sounds coming out of her are raw little gasps and whimpers that don’t even sound human anymore.
She’s climbing. Too fucking fast.
I suck her clit again, harder this time, tongue flicking just right, and her whole body jolts. Her legs shake. Her moans grow louder.
Another second and she’ll break.
I stop.
Pull back barely enough for the air to hit her dripping cunt, the sudden cool against all that swollen heat making her gasp. Her hips jolt, a sharp, helpless twitch before she freezes, chest heaving, body shaking with the effort it takes not to chase what I stole from her.
She’s right fucking there, and I don’t let her fall.
Not yet.
I wait, watching the tension ripple through her stomach, the way her legs tremble and her pussy clenches again, empty and desperate.
Good.
I lean back in and take my time. Drag my tongue along the length of her folds, collecting every drop she’s given me. Her thighs twitch as I press a kiss right beneath her clit, before swirling my tongue around the swollen bud, keeping the pressure light, teasing.
