“You’re going to torture me?” Bella gasped breathlessly. God, she hoped that’s what he was going to do.
Rhett nodded. “I told you that’s what I had planned. Did I say that out loud or did I just think it?”
“I’m pretty sure you said it out loud. I just wasn’t sure that I believed you.”
One finger started a slow exploration over the soaked cotton fabric. “You’re actually a good girl, aren’t you, Bella? Black cotton panties. I was expecting something along the lines of red lace.”
“Are you disappointed?”
“Never.” That crazy wonderful finger of his slipped under the edge of her panties and caressed her soaking wet folds. Bella gasped and her hips bucked upwards again and that was before Rhett even danced over her clit. “You were right about these being soaked. Why don’t I take them off for you?”
“Does that pick-up line ever actually work?” Bella’s hips lifted all on their own as Rhett’s finger tucked under the edge of her panties. He slipped them off deftly, pulling them to her knees, then down her legs and off her feet. She watched in near horror as he threw them up to the front. “What if we don’t find those after?”
“Relax,” he scoffed. “It’s not like it’s a panty eating black hole up there.”
“So, it’s different than your mouth.” Bella had honestly no idea where that snarky response came from. She enjoyed watching the fleeting second of shock on Rhett’s face before he bent his head.
“You’ll pay for that.”
“Will I?”
Bella gasped as he answered her with his tongue. She moaned like she’d never had a guy go down on her before, and honestly, it had been quite a while, but that wasn’t exactly the reason there seemed to be a damn rainstorm going on between her legs.
Rhett was good. Like, really good. He had more talent in his little finger, okay, his tongue, than most people had in their whole bodies.
“You taste like honey,” Rhett ground out, breath warm against her clit.
“Why do people always say that?” Bella gasped. “I hate honey.”
“Alright. You taste like- like the sweetest milkshake, or fresh rain, or heaven…”
“As long as I don’t taste like day-old socks or moldy cheese than we’re good.”
Rhett snorted without raising his head and the puff of breath tickled her who-ha in a way that shouldn’t have been pleasant. He went back to what he was doing before, and god… his tongue. Where the hell did he learn to use it like that?
He explored her folds, lapping at her like she really did taste like something sweet and delicious and he was starved for it. He danced over her entrance and her clit but stayed away from giving her too easy a way out.
Not that it mattered. She was already halfway to coming from a single lick.
What Rhett was doing at the moment had her hard and hot and straining. If that wasn’t enough, he whispered something against her overheated skin that sounded very much like, “Lord, I love eating your pussy.”
Bella was all out of witty things to say. Her brain had pretty much turned into a pile of useless mush that was good only for sending signals to her joy zone that she was about two and a half seconds away from coming so hard it turned her inside out.
Actual thoughts were pretty much impossible as Rhett started tracing a pattern from her top to bottom and back. He danced over and around her clit, applying just a little more pressure, a little lick there, a small suckle here. He knew what he was doing. He knew he was fucking good at it.
Obviously.
He couldn’t not know when she was currently writhing under him and gasping and moaning and digging her nails into his too soft skin and the rock hard muscle below. She was basically riding his face and he kept right on going, using his tongue as a weapon of pleasure. Maybe he really did make a fortune selling sex toys. Ones shaped exactly like his tongue. Probably called it the instant O.
That perfect tongue swept to her opening and when Rhett plunged inside, the whole Instant O made perfect sense, because she went off like a light switch. The orgasm caught her by surprise. It came out of nowhere, the pleasure so swift and intense it ripped through her, threatening to tear her in half.
Bella tried panting through it. She wasn’t aware that it was what she was doing but she found herself with her mouth hanging open, struggling for breath. It was a damn good thing Rhett hadn’t done that to her standing up or she would have been where she was at the moment, boneless, leaning up against the car door, on her ass.
Rhett glanced up at her and actually had the nerve to wink. “That good, huh?”