Page 100 of Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail

More expletives. More sucking.

Astrid moved lower, pressing kisses and trailing her tongue over Jordan’s stomach, before finally spreading Jordan’s legs wide and settling between them.

“Hang on,” Jordan said, her breath ragged like she’d been running a marathon. She propped herself up on her elbows. “Are you sure?”

Astrid frowned up at her. “Do you not want—”

“No!” Jordan chanced a touch, sliding her hand over Astrid’s hair. Astrid allowed it. “I do. Shit, I do, but this is your first time doing... well, you know.”

“You.”

Jordan grinned at that. “Yeah. And I want you to feel comfortable.”

“I am. I want to.” She kissed the inside of one of Jordan’s thighs, then the other, but then froze and looked up. “Are you worried I’ll be bad at it?”

“What?”

“I mean, I’ve never done this before. What if I suck at it?”

Jordan laughed, scraped her nails over Astrid’s scalp. “Well, sucking is half the point.”

Astrid laughed, but her cheeks went pink. It was so adorable, Jordan nearly groaned.

“And I highly doubt you’ll be bad at it,” she added.

“I’ve been reading up on it,” Astrid said matter-of-factly, leaning on one elbow. “And I’m pretty sure I can do a good job. I think—”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jordan said, waving her hand through the air. “You’ve been reading up on it?”

Astrid bit her lip and scrunched up her nose, nodding.

“Reading up on cunnilingus?”

“Well, I mean, not like I googled directions or anything, but it’s featured in most of those queer romances I’ve been reading, and when I watched a few videos, it looked—”

“Holy shit, wait, you watched porn for this?”

Astrid’s already pink face deepened to red, and she pressed her forehead against Jordan’s thigh. “Maybe,” she said against her skin.

Jordan guffawed.

“I don’t like feeling incompetent, okay?” Astrid said, but she was laughing too. “And now that I know how incredible it feels when done right”—here Jordan couldn’t help but smirk—“I want to do that for you too.”

Jordan adored this woman. Fucking adored her. Astrid Parker, watching porn so she could please Jordan in bed. It was funny, hilarious even, but it was also unbearably sweet, and Jordan could not help but angle Astrid’s chin up so she could look at her.

“You’ll be amazing,” Jordan said, not for one second wanting to negate the thought Astrid had put into this moment. Then she obediently put her arms back above her head and lay back.

Astrid laughed softly, took a few breaths, and then got back to work.

And fuck, she took her work very, very seriously. She started over Jordan’s underwear, gentle fingers and warm breaths, thumbs sliding along the crease where Jordan’s leg met her hips. Then she kissed her, right on her center over the cotton, gentle and firm at the same time, and Jordan nearly levitated off the couch. She was already so wet, soaked as far as she could tell, which only increased when Astrid’s tongue came out to play, swirling over Jordan’s pussy in random patterns.

By the time she tugged Jordan’s underwear off her legs, Jordanwas dizzy with want. Once she was totally bare, she felt Astrid pause, as though studying her. Jordan resisted the urge to squirm, letting Astrid do this at her own pace.

She was tentative at first, and yeah, it was a little clumsy for a few seconds, Astrid’s mouth pressing too softly, her tongue a little too hard. But she must’ve simply needed a few practice rounds, because suddenly, Jordan couldn’t keep her hands in place—she had to touch Astrid’s hair, pull on the silky tresses as Astrid locked her mouth around Jordan’s sex, angling her head to kiss her this way, then that way, then gliding her tongue up from her entrance to her clit. Still, she stopped short of that small bud of nerves every time like a goddamn pro.

“You’re a very quick learner,” Jordan managed to croak out, words that quickly became a moan and afuckas Astrid’s tongue dipped inside her.

“You taste... wow,” Astrid said. “I never... this is...” But she didn’t finish and Jordan didn’t care, because Astrid fucked Jordan with her tongue, her mouth, and—holy shit—her teeth. Pretty soon, her fingers joined in the fun too, her thumb dipping in and out of Jordan’s entrance to the point that Jordan felt like she was on the verge of hyperventilating.