“Talk to me, Gem,” I command. “How does it feel?”
“Oh. Um … it feels … nice,” she whispers, her cheeks blazing.
“Nice?” I raise an eyebrow. “That won’t do.”
I bend my head to her stomach, licking and kissing a slow path from her ribcage to the edge of her panties. Lifting her leg, I slide it over my shoulder, and she jumps as I sink my teeth into her inner thigh.
“Too much?” I ask, my voice muffled by her skin as I lick where I nipped.
“N-No. Just took me by surprise. Continue,” she instructs.
I squeeze her waist and nuzzle my nose deep into her panties. When I gently bite her there, she jerks and moans. “Love those noises, sweetheart,” I mutter. “Let’s see if I can make you scream.”
I pull down her panties and toss them aside, staring at her pink flesh, exposed and trembling. Holding her eyes, I lick the pad of my thumb and slip it between her folds, sliding it over the bud of her clitoris.
“Oh, God.” Gem sucks in a breath and closes her eyes as I move my thumb in lazy circles.
“Talk to me, Gem. Tell me how it feels,” I rasp.
“So good. S-so good,” she moans as her hips move in rhythm with my strokes.
“It gets better, sweetheart. You want my mouth?”
“Yes!”
“Where?”
“I—” She mewls as I slide a finger inside her.
“Tell me, Gem, or I’ll have to stop.”
She whimpers. “I want your mouth … down there.”
“Down where?”
“On my p-pussy,” she practically yells.
“Good girl.”
In one swift move, I bury my face between her legs, stroking my hot, wet tongue stroke over her clit.
“Oh, God. Oh, shit.” She cries out, her back bowing off the bed.
I slide my hands under her to grip her ass and hold her steady as I make a meal of her, eating her noisily. “You taste fucking amazing. Knew you would,” I mumble, drinking her down.
“Sweet Jesus, do you have electrodes on your tongue or something?” she pants, her eyes glassy with lust as she looks down at me.
I smile wickedly and suck on her clit. Her eyes roll back in her head as I slide another finger inside her, and she rocks helplessly against my face. I reach up with my free hand and tweak her nipple, and she jerks, moaning.
“You like that, Gem?” I mutter, my lips moving against her sex.
She bites her lip. “Yes. I love it.”
Slipping my fingers out of her, I reach up and cup her breasts, stroking my thumbs over her puckered nipples. When she mewls with pleasure, I pinch them between my thumb and forefinger.
“Holy crap,” she chokes, her voice strangled.
I lower my head to suckle her clit again as I pinch and stroke her nipples. Gem babbles incoherently, shaking and trembling when my teeth scrape over her engorged nub.