Page 53 of Broken Chords
“Right.”
Her hand strokes up and down my chest, her eyes following the movement. “Would you want to? I mean, you don’t have to. It’s not like a requirement or anything, but—” She bites her lip and cuts herself off. Her nervous babbling makes me smile.
My hand wraps around her hips, pulling her close. “Do you … I mean, you’d like it if I did that?”
Her blue eyes find mine, heavy with desire and affection, and she nods, her lower lip still caught between her teeth.
With a deep breath, I sit up, smooth my thumb across her lip to free it, and place a kiss there. “Okay,” I whisper against her mouth. “But you’ll have to tell me what to do.”
Her eyes widen and her nostrils flare as she sucks in a breath. “I think I can do that.”
She kisses me again once, a quick press of her lips to mine, and then she wiggles around so that she’s the one lying in front of the pillows. I move out of her way, scooting back and surveying her as she lays herself out for me. She lets out a giggle and meets my eyes.
“What’s funny?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve never taught someone how to give oral before. So this is new for me too. But, um, well, so, I like it when we warm up with kissing and touching first.”
“Yeah. We do that usually.”
“Exactly. I love the way you touch me. Just, this time, add your tongue into the mix.”
Carefully, I lie down next to her, propping myself on one elbow and skimming my other hand down her belly to the juncture of her thighs then back up. When I do it again, she presses her hips up, and I smile, not giving her what she wants. Yet.
Leaning over, I cover her mouth with mine, delving my tongue inside. She opens for me, her tongue sliding against mine in a deep, loving, languorous kiss. Slow and sweet and sensual. My hand still coasts up and down her torso, sliding over her breasts, the slightest friction across her nipples, and back down to her mound. Her legs have fallen open enough that my hand can slide between them, but I keep my touch on the outside, waiting for her to get back to the state of arousal she was in before our discussion of sixty-nine and oral sex. If she likes kissing and touching first, then kissing and touching is what she’ll get. I know how to do this part, so we can stay here for a while.
Her breathing gets faster, and she’s undulating under my hand, arching her breasts into my touch at the top, pressing herself into my hand, trying to drive my fingers where she wants them. So I give her what she wants on my next downward stroke, parting her, dipping inside her opening to gather her juices and rub them up and over her clit. Slow, steady strokes that only ramp her higher.
Meanwhile, I close my lips over one nipple, teasing it with my tongue. She grips my head, her fingers digging into my scalp. “God, yes.” She gulps in air. “That. Do that on my clit, and you’ll be a master at oral.”
I can’t stop the grin taking over my face at her breathless words, and I lift my head, looking at her face. “Really? That’s it?”
“Really. You can even use your fingers inside me while you do it.”
“Like this?” I plunge two fingers inside her, curling them to hit her G-spot.
Her legs spread wider as she lifts her hips in response, her eyes falling closed on a low sound of pleasure. “Yeah. Just like that.”
Shifting down the bed, I keep tapping her G-spot as best as I can as the angle changes, sliding my thumb around her clit. It’s really as simple as mimicking that action with my tongue? Sucking on it like I do with her nipples?
Bolstered by that encouragement, I settle between her legs, bringing my face close to her bare pussy, spread and wet, waiting for me to give her pleasure. The scent of her arousal, tangy and musky, fills the air, and I wonder what she’ll taste like.
Tentatively, I run the point of my tongue from where my fingers disappear inside her, up and over the top of her clit and back down the other side. Slightly metallic, a little tart, a little salt.
“Yeah,” she says, and I glance up to find her watching me intently. “Do that again.”
So I do. Soon, I don’t even notice the flavor, more wrapped up in the reactions I get from her when I do different things. I experiment with pressure, using the flat of my tongue versus the tip, how my fingers move inside her during all of that.
When I suck her clit into my mouth, she lets out a gasp and arches her back. “Oh, God.”
I take that as encouragement and do it again, running my tongue over it like I do with her nipple. When her hips press against my hand, I start pumping my fingers in and out of her. In almost no time at all, the telltale tightening of her internal muscles lets me know she’s getting close.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps out. “Oh God, don’t stop. Please.” Thepleasebecomes a chant as I keep at it, moving my tongue and fingers faster, knowing that’ll make her come hard.
When she does, it’s with a loud cry, her internal muscles fluttering on my fingers. I can feel the sympathetic flexing of her entire pelvis under my mouth, and I keep going, releasing the suction of my mouth, but never stopping my tongue or hand. Her legs shudder and twitch around my shoulders, and with a glance up her body, I can see her abs doing the same thing.
After a moment she starts squirming away, her hands pushing gently at my head. “God. Stop now. You’ve got to stop. I want you inside me.”
With that kind of invitation, how can I turn her down? Retrieving a condom from my side table, I quickly roll it on, position myself at her entrance and slide inside in one stroke.
