Page 72 of Too Far

The first lick is exquisite: warm and hard with the flat of his tongue, exploratory and curious when he teases my hole with the tip.

This activity is by no means unfamiliar. Kylian swears he could eat me out every day, and at this point, he does.

But this angle is new entirely.

“Oh.” I preen, arching my back as he licks. My body is perpendicular to the position I’m usually in when he goes down on me, so he’s licking me from one side to the other.

He presses his tongue against my clit again, and it’s not just my clit that sparks with arousal. Warmth spreads through my insides, and pleasure blossoms deep in my belly as my entire lower half tingles.

He rubs up and down, which, in this position, is more of a side-to-side motion, alternating between that and sucking my lips into his mouth.

When he spears me with his tongue, he goes deeper than he’s ever gone during oral before.

I moan. “Fuck. How are you doing that?” With a gasp, I slap a hand to my mouth, remembering his parents are close by.

“You like it?” He fucks me again, this time holding his tongue deep inside and swirling it so it tickles against my inner walls.

“I love it,” I pant. I’m so turned on my arousal is dripping down my thighs. My pussy flutters and tingles, the surest signs of an orgasm already developing.

“I’ve been researching new ways to get you off. This is the Kivin method.”

Of course it’s a method he researched and studied. Only Kylian.

“Fuck. Kylian. I’m already close.”

I shift my hips, desperate and needy. I don’t want him to stop lapping at my clit, but I want his tongue inside me, too.

He doesn’t make me choose. Like he can read my mind, he fucks me with his tongue while teasing around my pulsing bundle of nerves. He’s rubbing everywhere but my actual clit, building me higher and higher.

As if he’s detonating a bomb, he presses his thumb to the spot. My orgasm crescendos, and I lose myself to a silent scream.

Hungrily, he laps at me as I gush with each wave of pleasure. My insides are on fire, my chest and cheeks burning with heat.

I squeeze my eyes shut as I ride out the cresting ecstasy. Little bursts of light flash behind my lids as my body unravels. The orgasm consumes me, from my neck to my toes. I continue to soar. The weightlessness of the antigravity chair makes it feel like I’m suspended in air.

With nothing to brace against, my body gushes again, and I moan softly before finding my voice. “Fuck. Okay, okay!” Sawing sharp breaths in and out, I search for Kylian. When I find him, I tug on the ends of his hair, silently begging for a reprieve.

Sitting back on his haunches, he eyes me salaciously, his mouth and chin glistening with my release. Even his shirt is damp around the collar.

“Oh shit,” I murmur as I try to sit up.

Trybeing the operative word.

All the blood must have rushed to my pussy, because I’m lightheaded and dizzy. I search for purchase so I can attempt to rise up again, but as I slap the surface below me, my hand lands in something wet.

“Kylian! I soaked your beanbag.” Fuck. The shock of the sensation, though, is quickly replaced by satisfaction. Maybe it’s strange, but I’m impressed by the little puddle pooling between my thighs.

I fight against gravity—antigravity?—to sit up into a straddle and blot at the wet spot.

“I’m sorry.” My face flames, this time from embarrassment. Holy hell, I made a mess. And quickly, too. Ten out of ten stars for the Kivin method.

“Stop.” Kylian grasps my hands, then he dips his head between my thighs and inhales deeply.

“Fuck. This is going to smell like you from now on, baby.”

He hauls himself to his feet and looks down at me with a smile full of love and affection.

Never taking his eyes off me, he picks up his glasses and settles them on the bridge of his nose. “You’re perfect.” His words are a whisper clouded with an unusual level of emotion. “So fucking perfect, baby.”