Page 25 of One Little Favor
I arch my eyebrow as I lean up so I can see her face. “Of course I don’t fuckinghaveto. Iwantto.” I kiss up the inside of one of her thighs. “I’ve wanted to taste you since my fingers were inside you yesterday.” I slide my tongue over that sensitive part of her once and she gasps audibly. “Why would you think I didn’t want to?”
She leans up on her elbows to see me, and she’s a fucking vision, all creamy peach skin dotted with a few freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose, as well as across her chest.
“Most guys ... well ... not everyone likes to do that,” she says.
“Most guys are fucking idiots, then,” I say, kissing my way up her other thigh until I’m at her soft pink folds. I slide my tongue across her clit a second time, and she arches her back. “Grab those pillows,” I use my chin to gesture toward the head of the bed. “I want to be able to see your response to the way I’m going to fuck you with my tongue.” I need to see what she looks like when she comes undone.
She rolls over halfway to grab two pillows, then stacks them behind her head. Once we’re making eye contact again, I bring my mouth back to her center and drag my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit, then circle that bundle of nerves repeatedly. I can tell by the way she’s grinding her ass on the bed that she wants more, but I want to hear it from her.
“Tell me what you want, Avery,” I say, looking up at her.
Her cheeks flush pink. I always thought it was cute when she blushed in the office, but now, seeing how that stain seeps across her neck and chest too, I’ll never be able to not picture her this way—legs spread with her sex bared to me, her chest heaving in pleasure. “I want you to make me come.”
“How?”
Her eyes widen. “How?”
“Yes. What do you want me to do, specifically?” I can already think of a million ways I want to touch her, to make her feel good. But I want to know whatshewants.
Her eyes flare, like she’s considering denying me this request.
“I want to give you exactly what you want, so I’m going to need to hear you say it.” I keep my eyes on her face as I tilt my chin down and run my tongue over her clit until she moans out my name. “Tell me, Avery. What do you want from me right now?”
“I want you to make me come. With your tongue, or your fingers, or both. And then I want you inside me.”
“See,” I say, then clamp my lips around her clit and suck. Her back arches off the bed in response. “Was that so hard?”
“Tom,” she says, her voice all breathy. “Stop talking. There are so many better uses for your mouth right now.”
My laugh is sudden and loud in the quiet space. And then I get back to work.
She’s so wet that I slide two fingers into her easily, and it only takes a few thrusts of my fingers stroking her from the inside for her hips to rise up off the bed with a hiss. “Yes, just like that.”
Her hips move to meet each press of my fingers and as her muscles tighten around them, she’s chanting “Yes,” like it’s some sort of prayer. Her back is arched and her face is twisted in pleasure as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
“Holy shit,” she sighs, her body going limp as she finishes climaxing. Her legs slide down and hang off the side of the bed, and I’ve never seen her look more content.
When I lie down next to her, she pushes herself up and onto her knees, then swings one leg over so she’s straddling me.
She cups me in one hand as she slides the length of me along her wet folds, coating me in her arousal. I hiss out a breath. “I have a condom—” I start to say, but she reaches down and puts a finger over my mouth even as she continues to slide along my dick.
“Have you ever had sex without a condom?”
“Never,” I tell her.
“We can use one if you want,” she says, “but I’m also okay with you being the first person to be inside me without one.”
I press my head back into the pillows, taking a sharp breath. In any other situation, this would feel like a trap, but Iwantto feel Avery from the inside, I want to share this experience with her that neither of us had with anyone else.
She tells me she’s on the pill, then she wraps her hand around my shaft, and swirls her hips so the head of my cock skims along her opening. Instinctively, my hips raise up so I slide into her, just barely.
“Is that a yes?” There’s amusement in her eyes when she throws my earlier words back at me: “I’m going to need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, I’m going to fuck you bare. That’s what you want, right?”
She sinks down another inch onto me and says, “Yes, that’s what I want.”
I grip her hips and she sinks down another inch or two and then closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before letting me slide into her further. I can tell she’s figuring out how to accommodate my size, and I’m fighting every instinct I have to drive into her. I ease my thumb over and rub light circles on her clit, which has her tilting her head and shoulders back as she lowers herself another inch.
