I find the outline of her clit and press my lips there, increasing the pressure until she cries out and bucks underneath me. I relent, but only hook my finger under her panties and slide it inside her without any warning.
“Ohgodohgodohgod.”
“My thoughts exactly,” I murmur against her skin. “You’re soaked.”
I twist my finger as I thrust in and out of her a few times, feeling the increase in her breathing as she starts to pant. I slide a second finger in and start to tease her clit with my tongue over the panties. She holds herself together for a few seconds before she hisses, “Take them off.”
“What was that?”
“You heard what I said. Take them off. Please.” Her voice cracks on the last word.
I lift my head and tear the underwear off her so fast and hard I hear threads ripping. I get them down one leg and don’t even bother with the second one, leaving the red fabric tangled around her ankle as I get back to business. I don’t go slow this time; I devour her. Her moans get louder and louder until I glance up and see she’s clamped a hand over her mouth to keep herself silent.
I wish she’d scream for me like I told her she would, but there’ll be time for that later. I start thrusting hard and fast with my fingers as I harden my tongue to a point and trace circles over her clit, the slow, teasing rhythm an intentional contrast to the rapid force of my hand.
“Fuck. Fuck.” She sits up suddenly, tugging at my hair to raise my head up, but I don’t slow down. “Kiss me. Julien, kiss me.”
“I am kissing you.” I give her clit a moment of respite to get the words out. “This is my preferred location.”
“It’s okay. You can stop.” She keeps tugging on my hair. “It’s so good. It’s too good. I...We...”
I look up at her flushed face. “Do you want me to stop?”
“I...” Her cheeks turn even pinker. “I just take so long, so if you don’t want to—”
“I want to.” I kiss the softness of her stomach. “I wouldn’t mind if you took all night. In fact, as selfish as it is, I almost hope you take all night. Your pussy is...”
A thesaurus’ worth of adjectives come to mind, but none of them measure up to the way she tastes.
She lets out a soft laugh. “What’s ‘pussy’ in French?”
“I suppose it would be ‘la chatte,’” I answer. “‘Le minou,’ if you’re being all cute about it.”
She scoffs. “Please don’t be cute about my pussy.”
“Fine then.La chatteit is. Are you going to let me continue?”
She pretends to sigh. “I suppose.”
“Good girl. Lie down again.”
She does as I say, and despite her worries about how long it apparently takes, it’s only another few minutes before she’s tightening around my fingers and bucking uncontrollably on the table. I want to go faster, fuck her harder, but I find the control to keep doing exactly what I’m doing as she edges closer and closer to release. She forgets all pretense in the seconds before her climax; she gets fucking selfish, and it’s the hottest damn thing. She practically shoves my face between her legs and rides my mouth as she comes, thrusting her pussy onto my tongue over and over again until her legs fall to the side and she dissolves into a shuddering heap.
“Oh my god, I just came on your kitchen counter.”
“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, you did.”
I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on before. I straighten up and stand there between her legs, running my hands up her sides as she whimpers at the aftershocks coursing through her body. I have to close my eyes at the sight or I’m going to pull her straight onto my cock.
“My turn.”
“Hmm?”
I open my eyes when I hear her sit up in front of me. She reaches for my sweatpants, and I want to tell her she can take a breather, that we have all night—or morning— for this, but then she yanks the sweats down, and once my cock springs free, the idea of waiting becomes physically painful.
She licks her lips like an absolute sex kitten and shifts closer to the edge of the island, until my cock is pressed against the warm skin of her stomach. I groan. She’s clearly in her element, all her confidence returned now that she’s put the focus on me.
“You’re so hard for me.”
