Page 34 of You Kissed Me First


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My hands go down to latch on to his head through my dress.

Then he parts my folds with his fingers.

The next second, his tongue is on me. I gasp out as his tongue flicks over my clit, switching up the pressure to keep me on edge. When he slips one finger inside, my fingers naturally curl into his hair.

“Dom, please. Fuck,” I whimper.

“Tell me what you need, Katie,” he asks between lashes of his tongue.

“I need…” I trail off, my body shivering in pleasure, but he pulls back before I can fall over.

“Tell me.” His voice drops an octave lower, taking on a demanding tone.

“I need you. Please. I need to come.”

“Mmm. I love to hear you beg,” he tells me before adding a second finger inside me.

After giving me a moment to adjust, he goes back to flicking my clit with his tongue while his fingers work me inside.

I’m almost to the edge when I feel a small bite of pain on my clit. Then I explode.

“Dom,” I scream, my body shaking while my leg clamps down on his back.

I don’t know how long I stand there, writhing against the wall, but when I finally catch my breath, I realize he is still kissing me gently while he slowly thrusts into me with his fingers.

“Holy fuck,” I manage to breathe out.

He presses one last kiss to my center before pulling his fingers out and backing up. When I glance down at him and see him stick his fingers in his mouth, my body heats.

Then something shiny on his face catches my attention. I try to squint to see what it is, but it’s too dark in the small space between the bathroom and the wall to see.

As he moves up to kiss me, I back up.

“What’s on your face?”

He gives me an odd look. “You. What? You’ve never had a guy go down on you before?”

“I mean, I have, but he didn’t come up looking like a fucking disco ball.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your face is shiny.”

He laughs, leaning in to kiss me again, but I put my hand in his face.

“What the fuck, Katie? Do you have an aversion to tasting yourself?”

“No, I have an aversion to kissing a man who looks like a glitter bomb just exploded on his face.”

Frustrated, he steps back, opening the bathroom door wider.

Once he steps in, I see it. His entire face is covered in glitter. I barely withhold my giggle as his eyes widen.

“I look like I snorted cocaine out of a stripper’s cooch. Did you seriously get a glitter treatment at the spa today?”

“What? Why are you blaming this on me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because we had dinner and went to a comedy show with nothing on my face and the moment I go down on you, I look like I just starred in a seventies disco porn.”