He drove his tongue deep into her pussy and she groaned. Damn, he wanted to hear her scream. But he knew that might take time. Still, he’d see how much he could push her.
“When you thought I was with Kiesha, how did you feel?” he asked before he pressed two fingers deep inside her passage. She sucked him in. God, she needed this more than he did. He knew how starved for affection she was.
He circled her clit with his tongue. Then he paused when she failed to answer him. “Baby.”
“I . . . I . . . shit, I was devastated. So upset.”
“Which is how I felt when you left.”
“I’m sorry. So sorry. I was such a coward.”
“Nope,” he said firmly.
“What?”
“No calling yourself names. It’s a rule.”
Enough playing around. He drove his fingers in and out of her pussy as he flicked at her clit with sure strokes of his tongue. He felt her tense, her breathing growing more erratic. He knew she was close. He curled his fingers up, finding that spot inside her.
And she screamed.
Fuck. Yes.
She quickly cut off the sound but she clenched down on his fingers. Damn, his cock felt like it was ready to explode. He couldn’t wait to feel her clench down on his shaft.
Even though she’d cut off her scream, it still fucking counted. He slowly brought her down from her high, gently removing his fingers and licking her clit with soft movements. Then he knelt and made sure she was watching as he sucked his fingers clean.
“I really taste okay?” she asked shyly.
“Nope.”
She stiffened.
“You taste delicious. My new favorite snack.”
“Ed!”
“Stay right where you are,” he warned as she tried to roll over. “Keep your legs parted.”
“Where are you going?”
He got off the bed and walked into the bedroom. His cock was tenting his pajama pants. Fuck, he wished he could take a quick cold shower. And he’d only need a quick one. But it was more important that he show her some care afterward.
He thought she probably needed that more than anything else.
After wetting a cloth, he returned to the bedroom. She lay where he’d left her. But she was stiff. Nervous and unsure.
“Thanks,” she said, reaching for the cloth.
He held it up out of her reach. “Did I say you could move?” He didn’t make his voice too stern, but he did keep it firm. Better that she knew his expectations from the start. And he expected to be obeyed in the bedroom.
To his delight, she put her hand back down quickly without an argument.
“Good girl. I know it’s not always easy to give up control. But you did so well. Was it hard? Did any of it upset you? Make you unsure?”
He used his questions to distract her as he cleaned up between her slick pussy lips. His dick hadn’t gone down any.
“I, umm, it didn’t upset me. Sometimes, I guess it’s kind of hard. Like right now, it’s a bit embarrassing to have you clean me.”