I lean over her, kiss her knees, her quads. “Delia, I beg you, please, let me make you come.”
She parts her legs, draws her feet up to her butt. “I’ll allow it. But on one condition.”
“What’s that?” I ask, playing along.
“You may only use your mouth.”
“Challenge accepted.” I haul her to the very end of the table, fold a towel under my knees.
Grab her ankles and drape her legs over my shoulders, and then cup her ass, lift her. She shivers, watching, eager, anticipating. Biting her lip, hips tilting up. Flexing up toward my mouth as I bring my lips to her inner thighs, teasing nibbles and licks and kisses upward toward her center.
“Please, Thai—please. I want it so bad. Give me that mouth, Thai—you make me so crazy.”
I moan at her words. “You know what makes me crazy? You, talking dirty. That makes me go nuts.”
Her teeth clamp on her lower lip as I abandon the pretense of teasing her. “You like it when I talk dirty?” She gasps when I flick my tongue against her. “When I tell you how much I love the things you do with your mouth?”
“Drives me crazy.” I lock my lips over her clit, flick my tongue against her, and she moans.
“Ohhh god, Thai. Your mouth—your tongue. Fuck, oh god, don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop till you beg me to stop.”
She knots her fingers in my hair, and her hips flex. Tilt, grind. Her moans are loud and wild and abandoned, wanton and free. “Thai, yes, god…don’t stop. Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
“What feels good? Tell me. Say it.”
“Your mouth on me.”
“Where? On you where?” I tease, now, light flicks, slow circles.
“On my pussy.”
I growl, and give her what she wants, my tongue, fast and stabbing and licking until her hips are gyrating.
“Thai, ohgod…ohgodohgod—” Her eyes wrench open. Meet mine. “Fingers. Need—your fingers. Inside me. Do—do the thing with your fingers while you lick my pussy.”
“You said only my mouth.” I smirk.
“I was an idiot,” she says. “It sounded hotter than it is. The thing with your fingers…I fucking need it. It makes me comesohard.”
I slide a finger inside her and curl, massage where she likes it best.
“More,” she demands. “More fingers.”
I laugh and oblige. Two middle fingers, deep inside her, curling and plunging, and now she’s moaning nonstop, and her hips are rolling to drive her sex against my mouth. Her legs lock around my neck, toes hooked around her heels, and I lift her, help her move, bring her closer. She’s frantic, soon, chasing the edge, and I push her over with everything I’ve got.
When she starts screaming, I moan. Her hips flex madly, grinding against me as I pursue her farthest extremes of ecstasy, making her screams break into moans, and then breaking her moans down into gasps, and still she comes, hips bridged upward, whole body quivering and tensed. Her gasps have dissolved into a breathless silent scream, chin trembling, tears pooling her tight-squeezed eyes.
And then she gasps for breath, finally, sucking in a ragged lungful of oxygen. “Oh myfuck, Thai. I’m dead.” She goes limp, boneless.
“Oh my fuck,” I echo, laughing, sinking back to sit on my heels. “That’s a new one.”
“Thatwas a hell of an orgasm,” she says, then cranes her head up just enough to meet my eye. “Come up here.”
I stand up. Round the side of the table, plant my hands on either side of her face. “Hi.”
She scratches my jaw. “Thank you.”
