"Please." Her hand knots in my hair. Her groans run together. Please, sigh, please, sigh, please.
I plant a kiss on her inner thigh. "You watching, angel?"
"No. I..."
"Watch."
She presses herself onto her elbows. Her pupils dilate as her gaze goes to the mirror.
She looks down at me, begging me with her eyes. "I need you."
Fuck, that's music to my ears. Kaylee on the edge is the best thing I've ever seen, heard, smelled, tasted.
I plant another kiss on her inner thigh.
She groans a you're evil groan.
Still, I do it again.
I do it until all those curses are running together.
Until I'm sure this is as much as she can take.
Then I bring my mouth to her clit.
I flick my tongue against her.
A soft tease.
Then another.
Another.
"Brendon... Please."
One more tease.
Then I lick her exactly how she needs me.
"Fuck," she breathes.
She fights my hands.
She bucks against me.
I keep her pinned to the bed as I lick her. A little harder. A little faster.
There.
Her groan echoes around the room.
Her thighs press against my hands.
Her breath gets ragged. Needy.
A few more flicks of my tongue and she's there.
Her elbows slip. She falls back on the bed. Tugs at the sheets.