“That’s right, baby. Say my name.” He drew off her panties then pressed her legs apart. He parted the lips of her pussy and took a long, slow lick.
Whimpers escaped her.
He circled her clit, flicking at it. She knew it wouldn’t take much. She was so close already. He pressed a finger into her passage.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Come, baby. Come hard for me.”
He firmly lapped at her clit. She could feel it. Taste it. She was so damn close.
“Come now,” he commanded.
Pleasure engulfed her like a flame. She cried out as she fell over the edge. But it wasn’t a straight drop. It peaked then fell. Peaked then fell. The orgasm was extreme, it took her over completely. So it took her awhile to realize that she was now lying on Doc’s chest as he lay on his back on the bed, his hand rubbing her back.
“You always come so hard?
She blushed. “Umm, is it polite to ask a woman about how hard she comes?”
He threw back his head and laughed. Oh yeah. She could definitely get used to that.
“Girl, there is nothing polite about sex. It’s dirty. It’s messy. It’s fucking satisfying. But it should not be polite. And while I’m not always the best at communication you can damn sure bet your ass, I will ask you all sorts of probing questions when it comes to sex. Can’t do my job as your Dom properly if I don’t know exactly what you need, now can I?”
Well, when he put it like that…
“That was the strongest orgasm I’d ever had.” She immediately felt a surge of guilt. Was that betraying Dave?
“Do you have any toys?”
“No,” she whispered, blushing hotly.
“A romance writer without a vibrator. Say it isn’t so.”
“Mine broke and I didn’t get around to replacing it.”
“Now that is a damn shame. Tell me, are you the sort of writer that has to act out everything before you can describe it, or do you have a very active imagination?”
“Umm, some things I’ve tried.”
“Yeah? What haven’t you tried?”
“Ahh…well…” Christ, she could see exactly where this conversation was going. What could she give him?
“Figging.”
“You’ve written about it?”
She nodded.
“Well, we’ll need to see if we can give you a real-life experience.”
Yep, she’d guessed correctly about where he’d been going with that. And she felt pretty safe, considering she knew there was no ginger in her house.
Dodged a bullet there, Caley.
“Umm, Issy?”
“Yeah, girl?”
“Can I…shall I…”