Page 143 of Touch the Sky

“So fucking sexy,” she mutters.

She drags me closer, until she can press her lips to my stomach.

My body was never the same after the pregnancy. I don’t usually care much about the stretch marks or the couple of rolls that will never tighten back up to the flat abs of a twenty-two year-old, but every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wonder if Ishouldbe self-conscious.

I don’t think I’ll ever have that thought again, not now that I’m watching Jacinthe kiss every soft part of my hips and belly with an ecstatic reverence, like I’ve stepped down from heaven itself.

My eyes even start to feel a bit misty, but with her hands still kneading my ass and her tongue darting out to taste my skin between kisses, I’m suddenly very aware that my bare pussy is just inches from her mouth.

Heat builds in my core, and I know if she keeps going like this, she’s going to get me so wet I’ll be dripping down my leather-clad thighs.

“I want you to taste me,” I tell her.

She groans her agreement and tips her head back to look up at me.

“Finally,” she says on a sigh.

She shuffles up the bed again and tips down onto her back before beckoning to me.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

My throat goes dry, and blood rushes to my cheeks.

I’ve had a girl or two sit on my face in my time, but I’ve never actually been the face sit-ee.

“If you want,” Jacinthe adds when she sees me hesitate.

I chew on my lip for a moment while I think about it. There’s something vulnerable about—quite literally— opening yourself to another person like that, and it’s not an act I’ve ever fantasized about doing myself before, but Jacinthe has already shown me she can handle vulnerable.

If her kissing is anything to go by, she’s also shown me she’s very fucking good with her tongue.

“I want,” I answer.

I climb onto the bed and then crawl up her body. I plant my knees on either side of her head. She hooks her arms around my thighs.

“Viens ici,” she instructs, guiding me lower.

At the first stroke of her tongue, I throw my head back and gasp.

She teases me at first, barely touching me with just the tip of her tongue. My hips start jerking, begging for more.

Without warning, she pulls me down harder and buries her face in my pussy, giving me everything she’s got.

I stop seeing. I stop hearing. All I can do is feel.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m moaning, almost screaming, but the whole world has shrunk to just the maddening strokes of her tongue. I grind down on her, and a surge of embarrassment makes me pull back.

There’s no way she can breathe with me doing that, but her fingertips dig a punishment into my thighs as she tugs me back down onto her mouth. I give in and let myself thrust into the pressure of her tongue, guiding her to the exact spot I need her.

I cry out, my muscles already clenching. She keeps up the perfect rhythm, and I ride her face as she brings me closer and closer to the edge.

When I come, her grip on my legs is the only thing that keeps me from toppling over. The force of the release is almost violent, arching my spine and ripping a scream from my mouth.

I keep bucking against her as I come back down, shivering and gasping for air.

Somehow, she manages to flip us around in a few smooth maneuvers until we’re lying on our sides, foreheads pressed together and her arms holding me close.

My heart pounds in my ears. Her mouth is still shiny with the taste of me, her face glistening all the way down to her chin.

“That was incredible,” I breathe. “I mean, holy shit. You deserve to sit onmyface all night after that.”

I try to sit up even though I haven’t quite caught my breath yet. She grunts in protest and tugs me back down.

“Reste là,” she orders. “We have time.”

She smooths a lock of hair out of my face. I give in and rest my head on her chest.

She’s right. We don’t have to rush anymore. We have tonight and tomorrow and every day after that.

We have all the time in the world.