Page 63 of Small Town Swoo
I lowered my head between her thighs and breathed in the sultry, seductive scent of her. Dragged my tongue up the center of her pussy in one long, decadent stroke.Lingered at the top, teasing her clit, which was swollen from her touch. “You taste so fucking sweet,” I told her. “I could eat this meal every night.”
“Dash.” She slid one hand into my hair. “That feels—so good. Even better than my fantasies.”
I loved that she’d fantasized about my mouth on her. I wanted to be the best she ever had. I buried my face between her thighs, fucking her with my tongue, making her writhe and moan and pant above me. I slid my fingers inside her again, as far as they’d go, sucking her clit while her insides tightened around my hand. When her hips began to buck with abandon, I prayed to God I’d found the secret little spot that would make her lose control.
She tightened her hand in my hair. Added the second. “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”
Stopping hadn’t even entered my mind, because as soon as I made her come with my tongue, I was going to make her come again with my cock, which was about to explode in my pants. I’d already decidedjust oncedid not apply to her orgasms. The legs over my shoulders pulled me closer, and her noises grew more high-pitched and frantic until her body was spasming around my hand and her clit was beating a delicious little rhythm on my tongue.
“Dashiel,” she panted. “That was—I can’t even—oh my God.” One leg slipped off my shoulder. “I want—I need?—”
Rising to my feet, I shucked off my jeans and boxers and wrapped my hand around my aching cock. “What do you want? What do you need? I’ll do it all.”
She propped herself up on her elbows and watched me, her breath fast and heavy. “I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”
Before I got carried away and did something stupid, I felt around on the rug for my jeans and pulled my walletfrom my pocket. I’d stuck two condoms in there before I left the house—pilfered from a box I’d found in the bathroom cupboard that Xander must have left behind.
I owed that asshole a favor.
I was about to tear the wrapper when she sat all the way up and reached for it. “Let me,” she said. “I want to.”
But that’s not what she did. After taking the condom from me, she set it on the bed beside her and wrapped both hands around my erection. Hooked her heels around the backs of my calves and pulled me closer. “But first,” she said, swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock. “I want to hear you tell me I’m a good girl.”
I sucked in my breath. My abs tightened, and my thigh muscles clenched. “Yeah?”
“Yes.” She looked up at me with wide, dark eyes. “Just like last night.”
I inhaled and exhaled slowly, struggling for control as she did to me exactly what she’d described on the phone—licking me slowly. Sucking just the tip while her hands worked up and down my shaft. Teasing me.
“More.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Take more.”
She eased her mouth down about another inch and then backed off again. “You’re so big,” she murmured. “So thick. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“Try.”
Lowering her head once more, she stopped with her lips about halfway down, sucked greedily for a moment, then pulled me from her mouth and looked up at me. “Like that?” Her tone was sweet and innocent. Her thighs open wide. Her pussy drenched.
Every muscle in my body was twitching with need.
“More,” I growled.
She bobbed her head a few times, taking more of me past her lips with each stroke, but never all the way.
“Ari.” My jaw clenched. “Take it all.”
She obeyed me, sliding her mouth all the way down my cock until I felt myself at the back of her throat. Groaning, I put my hands in her hair, keeping it out of her face as she sucked me hard and deep, like she couldn’t get enough. Instinctively, my hips thrust toward her hot, wet mouth. She moved one hand to my ass and grabbed on, her nails digging into my skin.
“Fuck,” I choked out, barely able to speak as I watched my cock pump in and out of her gorgeous lips. “You’re such a good girl.”
From the back of her throat came a strangled sound of delight, of need, of gratitude—which drove me even closer to climax. But I didn’t want this to end, not without getting inside her. Taking her by the shoulders, I pushed her back, pulling out of her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly, wiping the lower half of her face with the back of a hand, which turned me on even more.
“Nothing.” I held her at arm’s length. “But you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the idea,” she said, trying to get her hands on me again.
“Stop.” I spied the condom by her hip and picked it up. Tearing it open, I worked it onto my cock before she could talk me out of it. “A good girl does what she’s told.”
