Page 84 of Beautiful Small Things
Next, he slides forward, pushing my legs over his shoulders. Slowly, he pushes my bikini bottoms to the side, exposing me completely. There’s something even hotter about the fact that he didn’t take them all the way off. The look on his face is so intense and filled with lust that I feel like I could come apart before he even touches me.
Slowly, he leans in and places a chaste kiss right in the center before dipping his head and running his tongue up and down through my slit. It’s better than any fantasy, battery-operated toy and other men who have ever touched me.
He continues kissing and licking my pussy as I grind into his face, desperate for release. Then he stops and looks up at me, a wicked smile on his face. “I missed eating this pussy. I could do it every day,” he says, licking the moisture on his lips. “Did you miss it?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly.
“I can’t hear you,” he teases. “What was that?”
“Yes, Marcus! Fuck. Please don’t stop,” I plead.
“Oh Sweet, (kiss), Sweet (lick), Sweet (circle of the tongue), Beautiful Woman, I will never stop.” He works my clit with the same skill and slow devotion that he does everything else, taking his time, licking and sucking until I’m about to melt into a puddle and dissolve into the hot tub.
He stops right when I’m about to come, and I almost kick him in the face. He stands and stares down at me. Then he slides a finger inside me and plunges in and out slowly while watching with rapt attention. My legs fall open as I take everything he’s giving me. He adds another finger and drops down to return to work my clit. His fingers move faster and faster as the pressure builds, and I realize I’m biting my wrist to keep from screaming his name.
Suddenly my body peaks, and an incendiary release shutters through me as my muscles contract, and a distinct euphoric feeling spreads through my body. Marcus continues slowly pumping his fingers, and his soft tongue swirls until I come down.
I lay there, boneless, legs spread open with my arm draped over my face, savoring the feeling.
I struggle to find words. “That was so good,” I tell him with a lazy smile because that’s all I can manage.
He strips out his wet tee shirt and jeans and stands in his boxer briefs. I’m waiting for him to shed them when he sits next to me and softly strokes my cheek.
“I thought you were going to fuck me?” I say cheekily.
“I did. I just used my tongue instead of my cock,” he answers with a smirk.
“You don’t want more?” I ask, turning my head to look at him.
“I always want more of you,” he answers. “One day soon, you will be draining my cock with your mouth, but that’s not what tonight was about.”
There’s the cocky asshole I know. “What was it about?” I ask with genuine curiosity.
“It was about you finding yourself, igniting your spark,” he says casually.
“You think an orgasm is the way back to me,” I laugh.
“I think doing things that make you feel good is a place to start,” he smiles.
“So I can just use you for unattached sex?” I ask.
“Anytime you want,” he answers without hesitation.
He kisses my lips sweetly, gathers his things, and stands up.
“Thank you, Marcus,” I say with genuine gratitude, “not only for an amazing round of oral sex but for just being you.”
“See you soon, BJ,” he grins before slipping through the back gate.
Chapter thirty-three
The Boyfriend Proposition
Iris
I find my father sitting at the kitchen bar, laughing at something on his phone. He stops and glances at me as I sit down across from him.
“What are you doing,” I ask him, raising one eyebrow skeptically.
