His lips curve into a sharp grin. “Then, we will have a bit of experimenting to do. Be very honest with me, Dove. When you like something, you tell me more. When you don’t, you say stop. Understand?”
Breath rushes from my lungs, but I manage to nod.
He lifts my leg and rests the underside of my knee on his shoulder. He studies the spot between my legs.
I whimper as he kisses the inside of my thigh.
He kisses again and again, inching closer and closer. Soon I am trembling with anticipation. Fuck, I am about to throw myself against his face if he doesn’t touch me soon.
The first swipe of his tongue sends my head back.
He only does it once, though.
“Good or bad?” he asks.
I scoff. Like he doesn’t know? “Good,” I whisper. “More, please.”
“Mmmm,” he murmurs against the sensitive skin. “I like that word.”
“Please,” I say again, this time desperate.
He obeys. His tongue is hot and soft as he takes long swipes up. Then, he sucks at the top and I gasp. “Good or bad?”
I don’t know how to answer this time. It was intense but maybe too intense? “Um, maybe good?”
He chuckles. “Not good enough, then.”
He takes a softer approach this time, tiny flicks of his tongue on the most sensitive parts, and I am practically shaking against him. “More,” I breathe. “Fuck. More of that.”
He obliges, this time with tiny circles around and around until I can’t control my own body. I’m rocking my hips into him, barely holing my own weight.
When he does the long swipes again, I’m gasping for air. “Ride me,” he tells me, “Fuck, Dove, you are so fucking perfect.”
When I fall into him, he grabs me by the waist as he lays back onto the bed, so I’m basically sitting on him. “What are you?—”
“Don’t worry, Dove. Rock against me.”
I obey his instruction, and the sensation is so wonderful my mind spins. I moan and roll my hips on his face again, palms against the wall.
“Beg me, Dove.”
“More,” I whisper. “More. Please.” God, if I was ever going to bed a Dread, this was the last way I thought it would happen.
He continues his immaculate work, swirling his tongue and sending sensations I’ve never even imagined through my whole body, building the heat and tension inside until I’m sure I’ll implode here and now.
His tongue continues its work, but I flinch when he slips his finger into my folds. I can’t help the desperate cry that flies from my lips. Fire flickers behind my eyes as he sends me over the edge into the void of pure ecstasy.
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He licks his lips, eyes shining with happiness I’ve never seen in him.
“You are a bliss I do not deserve.”
I am panting, reeling from the pleasure I could barely contain. My whole body is flushed, and pulsing, yet I am relaxed.
He sits up and flips the blade through his fingers again. “You probably should have used it when you had the chance.”
