Page 63 of Death, Interrupted

“That I have to tell you to stop if I need you to stop.”

“There we go. Good girl.” He pressed one more kiss to my lips before he pulled his fingers out and lowered himself until his head was between my thighs.

His hands came around my thighs, and he put myright leg over his shoulder. I adjusted on the counter and leaned back on my elbows, never taking my eyes off him as he places kisses along my inner thighs.

It was when I felt his breath against my skin that I realized just how aware I was of every inch he touched. It was a sensation I hadn’t felt before, and while I still felt dizzy, I tried my hardest to memorize this in case I would never get to feel it again.

Sly was looking up at me, waiting for something. Permission, maybe.

I’m in control, I reminded myself.

So I bit my lip and nodded, and that’s when he finally brought his mouth to my pussy.

It was only a soft, lingering kiss at first, until he made that low, hungry sound and slid his tongue between my folds to taste me.

My head fell back, and my hips jerked without meaning to. He hooked his arms under my thighs to hold me still, but the groan in his throat told me he liked how I squirmed.

He didn’t rush. He moved slow and careful, tasting every inch of me. He traced my entrance with the tip of his tongue, circled my clit, then dipped lower to suck at the slickness pooling there.

God, he was so good that.

I tried to muffle the sounds coming out of me, but I decided not to worry about how loud I was being. Notwhen he was making me feel this way. My hand went to his head, gripping his curls tightly with my fist as he took my clit between his lips. He sucked, then released. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he said. His words were muffled, and the vibration of his voice sent shivers through my body.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, pushing my hip more toward him.

“No chance,” he assured me. “God, you look so fucking beautiful coming undone for me.”

His words could’ve been enough to make me come. Having his mouth on me was even better but he was a tease. Every time I started to tip toward the edge, Sly would pull back and press kisses to my inner thighs.

“Let me see you come apart for me,” he encouraged. “Such a good girl.”

He alternated between filthy and worshipful, and I couldn’t decide which made me wetter. My legs started to tremble again as he finally flicked his tongue against my clit without stopping, and I felt the orgasm build from the very tips of my toes.

He must have sensed it, because he slid two fingers back inside me and curled them just right, tongue still working my clit at the same time.

The pleasure was so sharp and intense I nearly sobbed. I heard herself babbling in the distance, begging him to make me come. His tongue never let up, and I finally shattered. The orgasm tore throughme, with a hot, pulsing wave that left me arching off the countertop and grabbing at his shoulders for dear life.

If I hadn’t trusted him before, I sure as hell trusted him now. With every fiber of my being.

Sly

Her taste lingered on my tongue as I stood in front of her, admiring her face overcome with emotions. She looked like a goddess, with her long hair spilled all over her shoulders and down her back, and with her legs wide open.

I didn’t miss the small catches in her breath. They worried me at first, thinking that maybe what I had just done caused her to have another panic attack. But that wasn’t the case. She was relaxed, with her eyes telling me everything I needed to know. She wanted more, and I was ready to give it all to her.

I stepped between her legs and slid my hands along her thighs, squeezing gently. The thin cotton of my sweatpants did nothing to hide how hard I was. The fabric stretched tightly against my cock.

“You feeling okay?” I asked.

“Yes.” She smiled, sweet but tired, and she reached for me to guide me even closer.

I could feel the heat of her through my pants as she wrapped her legs around me until my hips were flush against hers. The pressure where we met sent a jolt through my entire body, making my breath hitch to match hers.

“Was that okay?” I needed to hear her say it even though I already knew the answer. She came on my mouth. Of course she fucking thought that was okay.

She nodded and gripped my sweater with one hand, slowly circling her hips. My cock grew harder, and she kept rubbing on it.

“It was more than okay,” she assured me. “And I want more.”