Page 173 of Love Me Stalk Me
And fuck, she tastes like heaven.
I lap at her like I'm starved for it, because I am.
Her clit pulses against my tongue, hot and swollen, and I wrap my lips around it, sucking just enough to feel her jolt beneath me. She cries out, her hands fisting in my hair, tugging, anchoring herself, pulling me in closer with her needy, desperate sounds.
I groan, lapping up every drop, drinking in every sound, every little gasp and whimper that spills from her lips. She's so sensitive, so fucking reactive. Every flick of my tongue, every slow, deliberate movement, has her tensing, tightening, breaking apart little by little. I drag my tongue through her folds, slowly, teasing, savoring her.
Because this?
This is what I've been waiting for.
Her taste, her sounds, the way she writhes beneath me, desperate, helpless, completely undone?—
It's everything I've fantasized about.
I grip her hips with one hand to keep her still as I push two fingers inside her, curling them deep.
She's so tight.
So fucking perfect.
She clenches around my fingers, and I can feel the way her body reacts to me, like it knows exactly who it belongs to. Her thighs twitch against my shoulders, her entire body shuddering.
"Cal—"
She gasps it, her voice breaking apart like she can't hold herself together anymore.
Hearing her say my name like that, it does something to me. Her fingers tighten against my scalp, tugging hard, like she needs something solid—someone—to keep her from unraveling. Her head tilts back against the couch, eyes squeezing shut, body shaking beneath me.
And I feel it—the intense, possessive need curling in my gut, the raw, aching hunger to hear her say my name like that over and over again.
I want to pull it from her lips in every way possible.
Make my name the only name she ever thinks about when she comes.
I groan against her, lapping her up, fucking her with my fingers, dragging her higher, watching her unravel just for me.
Because that's what she is now.
Mine.
She's so close.
I flick my tongue over her again and again, dragging her closer, pulling her to the edge, making her feel nothing but this.
Her moans turn breathy, higher-pitched, frantic.
Her legs start to shake.
Her hips buck, her breath catches, and I don't stop.
I don't let up.
"Come for me, Izzy."
Her entire body locks up and then she shatters.
Her back arches, her breath erratic, and she falls apart beneath me, gasping my name like it's the only word she remembers.
