Page 89 of Say Yes to the Nemesis

“Please,” she whispers, her hips lifting slightly.

I smile against her skin, moving lower to kiss her inner thighs. The soft flesh quivers beneath my lips. I nip at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that no one but me will see. The thought is oddly satisfying.

“Patience,” I murmur. “I want to savor you.”

“You’re driving me insane.” The frustration in her voice makes me smile again.

“Turnabout is fair play. Shh, Chirp. Be a good girl for me.”

She squirms but doesn’t respond, which I take as encouragement. I continue my teasing, alternating between gentle kisses and light bites along her inner thighs. Her legs fall open wider, an unconscious invitation that makes my cock throb. I glance up at her face and find her watching me, lips parted, eyes darkened with desire.

Finally, I brush my fingers over the damp spot at the apex of her thighs. The cotton is soaked through, evidence of her arousal. The sight sends a fresh wave of desire through me. I did this to her. I made her this wet, this ready.

She groans at the contact, her hips bucking slightly. “Ryan, please,” she begs, voice cracking. “I need more.”

I press my mouth to the wet spot on her panties, inhaling her scent before licking the fabric. The taste of her, even filtered through cotton, is exquisite. Her cry of pleasure encourages me. I lick again, this time with more pressure.

“Oh god,” she gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets.

I continue this torturous pace, licking and sucking at her through the thin fabric until the wet spot triples in size. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her breathing becoming more erratic with each pass of my tongue.

When I judge that she’s right on the edge, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly peel them down her legs. She lifts her hips to help, her eagerness making me smile. Once the fabric is gone, I take a moment to just look at her, spread out before me, completely bare.

Her pussy is pink and perfect, glistening with her arousal. I lick my lips, anticipation building as I lower my head. The first swipe of my tongue against her bare flesh makes us both groan. She tastes sweet and tangy and uniquely Wren.

I explore her with my tongue, memorizing what makes her gasp, what makes her moan. When I find her clit, swollen and sensitive, she cries out, her back arching off the bed. I circle the small bud with my tongue, varying pressure and speed until I find the rhythm that has her panting my name.

While my mouth works on her clit, I slowly slide a single finger into her dripping pussy. She’s tight around me, her inner walls clenching as I curl my finger to find that special spot inside her. When I hit it, she buries her hands in my hair, pressing my face harder against her.

“Ryan,” she moans. “Right there. God, please don’t stop.”

As if I could. I add a second finger, stretching her gently as I continue to work her clit with my tongue. Her thighs begin totremble, a sure sign she’s close. I increase the pressure, curling my fingers more firmly against her G-spot.

“I’m going to come,” she warns, voice high and tight with pleasure.

I hum against her in encouragement, the vibration making her gasp. Her fingers tighten in my hair, almost painful but so fucking worth it. I can feel her pussy start to contract around my fingers, her entire body tensing as the orgasm builds.

When it hits, she cries out my name, her back arching sharply. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers, her clit pulsing against my tongue. I work her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subside, but not stopping until she pushes weakly at my head.

I place one final kiss on her sensitive flesh before moving up to lie beside her. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. A light sheen of sweat covers her skin, making her glow in the dim light of my bedroom.

“You okay?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

She opens her eyes slowly, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “More than okay,” she murmurs. “You’re so good at that. Like, too good. I can’t think about how you got so good at eating pussy.”

“It’s a natural talent. I was born this way.” I chuckle, oddly pleased by her crassness. “Glad to hear you like how I do it, though.”

She snorts, which is about the cutest reaction I’ve ever seen. “You liar.”

I watch her face as she comes down from her high, trying to memorize every detail of this moment. The flush on her cheeks, the softness in her eyes, the way her lips curve into a smile of pure satisfaction. I’ve been with other women, plenty of them,but this feels different. Special. I want to remember every second of it, lock it away somewhere no one can touch it.

My body is still humming with the afterglow of her pleasure but watching her come apart has renewed my hunger.

“Are you ready to go again?” I ask.

She arches a brow. “Can you… you know?”

“I’ve been hard since I saw you in those panties.”