I pulled at his hair, the same way he had done to mine, the sensation so overwhelming. Pleasure and passion and pressure were spreading through me, and each time I looked down, there was the top of his head buried in the most intimate part of me.
“Oh God.” I quivered, my eyes shutting, my neck falling back.
All I could do was try to breathe while his tongue completely consumed me.
When I finally learned his pattern, he would change directions, lowering to the center, rising to the highest point, giving me one of his quick, long fingers.
I was full of him.
Satisfied.
Overtaken by the sweeping movements, the way he was arching his finger inside of me.
He wasn’t just circling that ultra-sensitive section; he was using the tip of his tongue to graze across me vertically and horizontally, and then he would surround me with his lips and suck.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
My knees bent, the heels falling from my feet so my toes rounded over the edge of the counter. My hands were flat behind me, and I leaned into his mouth. Each lick was hard, fast, and my hips thrust forward to meet him, every shift causing the shadow on his cheeks to scrape my inner thighs, only adding to the friction.
The build was there.
Owning me.
Controlling my senses.
It moved past my navel, up my chest, and exploded in my clit.
“Dominick!”
A swirl of sensations was erupting, and that only made him lick faster.
The trembles took over my body, waves of shudders going through me, each one bringing more heat, more ricochets of pleasure.
“Ahhh, fuck me!”
I could feel the wetness, the spasms that shot into my limbs, the shaking that continued until his tongue came to a standstill, the tremors inside me finally calm.
“What the fuck was that?” I whispered, trying to fill my lungs.
“The hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He stood, gripping my thighs, his mouth close to mine. “Tasting you while you came …” He shook his head, exhaling. “Best thing that’s ever been on my tongue.”
Oh God.
How could a man be that delicious?
One who, only a week ago, had let me leave his office after I asked him for more.
“If you rented out that mouth, you’d make a fortune,” I told him.
Quivers moved through my body as he laughed, every part of me still so sensitive.
“Not going to happen. That’s something I hardly ever do.”
I tried processing his admission and what that really meant.
“Yeah? How’d I get so lucky?”
“Something about you.” He traced my lips, and I was learning it was one of his favorite things about me, second to my butt. “I can’t help myself.” He leaned into my ear, his breaths causing the tingles to return. “When I was watching you dance, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to eat your pussy.”