Page 55 of Not So Goode

It made me crazy.

The need to come was building to frantic intensity, and I was gasping, huffing, whimpering, lifting my hips, seeking the edge I needed.

Closer, and closer, each shift of technique bringing me nearer the edge than last time, with consummate skill. He knew my body, intimately, exquisitely, knew my reactions and could read them perfectly.

“How do you…oh fuck, how do you always know when I’m getting close?” I asked.

He waited to answer until his tongue circling my clit had me flexing, pushing against his mouth, and then he added two fingers and used those and his mouth together to make me ride the closest to the edge I’d been yet.

“You are the most responsive, sensitive woman I’ve ever known. I touch you, you gasp. Lick you, you flinch. Get you going, your hips start moving. Get you close, and you just start makin’ these noises, the sexiest goddamn fuckin’ noises I’ve ever heard. Get you close, and fuck, man, I’mdone. So fuckin’ hard it hurts. When you come, the noise you’ll make, I may just come in my pants like a friggin’ schoolboy.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. “I’ve always been self-conscious about the sounds I make.”

“Don’t. The noises you make are the most sensual music in the world.”

And then mouth and fingers together, again, and I rode up to the edge, hips rocking, belly taut, breasts quivering. I flicked my eyes open, looked down my body, saw Crow, his wide deep dark eyes shining, smiling, eager, watchful. Eyes that knew me, wanted me, more of me, eyes that saw me, truly saw me in way I’d never felt seen before.

I was shaking all over, thrusting against him nonstop now, and need was a wildfire inside me. Raging, demanding.

Silence was no longer an option.

“Crow…”

He pulled his mouth away enough to speak, but kept his fingers kept working. “Yeah, babe. Talk to me. Say anything.”

“Need…I need to come.”

“Yeah?” A swift hot lick. “Now?”

I pulled at his hair, drew him closer, thrust myself against him, wanton and greedy. “Yeah, now. Please, now.”

Another lick, a circle. Fingers flying. Pumping in and out, driving. Maddening. Nearly enough, but not quite. “You wanna come?”

I curled forward, hooked my heels together around his neck and lifted. The only way to put it is that I fucked his mouth. “Yes, fuck, yes, I want to come, I want to come, Crow. Make me come. Please, fuck, please.”

“Love when that sweet, innocent mouth gets dirty.” He licked again, and sunburst heat flashed through me, and I knew I was close. So close. He could put me over the edge in an instant. “Would you do anything to come?”

“Yeah, god, Crow, yes, I’d do anything. Please.” I rode his tongue, but he kept it light, teasing. “No more, I can’t take it anymore. I’m so close, so fucking close. I need to come so bad it hurts.”

A slow fat lick, hard against my clit. It felt divine, but it wasn’t good enough. A slow circling of his pointed, firm tongue, but it wasn’t enough. His fingers slicked wet in and out, making me ache for something bigger and harder and thicker and morehim.

Nothing was enough.

“Not sure you want it bad enough.”

I growled, so feral and rabid I didn't recognize myself. “Crow!” I squeezed my thighs around him. “I’ll crack your head like a melon if you don’t let me fucking come!”

He laughed, as if the feel of my thighs crushing around his face was the best thing ever. And he just kept going, slow and steady and maddening.

I was so frustrated, then, so wild with need, so crazed with the need to reach the edge that everything just broke inside me, and I started crying.

“Fucking let me come, please!” I whispered. “Please!”

He stopped, everything, all at once. Grinned up at me. “Nowyou’re ready. Now you fuckin’wantit.”

And he thrashed me with his tongue, drove three fingers inside me in a fast hard rhythm, and I soared. Sky high, to outer space, past Mars. I flew, ecstasy a mad skyrocketing blush taking over my whole body, staining my soul with the flood of beauty. God, I flew.

Arching off the bed entirely, I pressed against him. Only my shoulders and head touched the bed, the rest of me was suspended, bridged upward, against his mouth. And he was taking me there, wild and fast and vigorous and unrelenting, and I felt a hoarse whispering escape my throat in a raw whistle.