Page 13 of Backup Plan

I need to taste her cunt. Now. I pull my finger out of her mouth and slide it back inside her.

“What did you taste like?” I ask, my voice demanding.

I expect her to answer with some description.

Instead, she says, “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

Jesus, this woman.

I move my head between her legs to finally take a taste, pumping my fingers in and out of her as I pull apart her thighs with my other hand and lean in. I lick the tight bud of nerves at the top first, and then I suck it into my mouth as the first flavor of her hits my taste buds.

Holy fucking hell. She’s sweet and tangy, but it’s the way her entire body writhes, jerking off the bed at the feel of my fingers and tongue together, that has me ready to come. I suck harder on her clit as I thrust my fingers into her, and her body jerks in the most glorious way as I drive her closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Oh, God, yes, Liam!” she cries out, and she fucking explodes, the tight coil holding her together springing loose as she comes. I keep fingering her, keep sucking her clit, as her hands dive into my hair to hold me closer and her legs clench together over my ears. I band one arm over her hips to keep her still as she rides it out, and I wish I could see her face, wish I could watch her as she comes undone, but my face is down here and I’m not letting go until she’s completely sated.

I ride it out with her, my dick ready to explode as she moans and curses, cries and screams. Eventually, the grip of her legs lets up from around my head, and she lets out a soft giggle as she pushes my head away since I’m still sucking on her clit.

I guess I didn’t realize she was done. I could stay down here all night, but she’s trying to communicate with me, and I gently pull my finger out of her and softly kiss her clit before I sit up.

“Oh, God. That—oh. I need a second.” Her face is even more flushed now, and hell if it isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. She sets her hand on her forehead, and I fill her vision as I stare down at her.

“Are you okay?” I ask softly.

“Mm,” she says, and her mouth widens into a big smile as her eyes open and close lazily. “Maybe the best I’ve ever been.”

I chuckle. I mean, I suppose I have a bit of a reputation when it comes to these things. I have a little experience. I sort of know what I’m doing.

It’s not that hard. Loud moans mean more of that. Some men just aren’t willing to listen.

I move in beside her, and I toss an arm over her stomach as I settle in.

“I want, uh…um. I want to, you know…” She’s so awkward it’s actually adorable.

“You want…?” I ask, sitting up and bending my elbow to rest my head on my hand and stare down at her.

“I want to, um…you know. Give it back.”

“Say it, Pen,” I goad. “Say what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Anything.”

She stares at me in a bit of wonder for a beat. “I want your cock in my mouth, but I can’t move,” she finally blurts. Her cheeks turn a bright red.

What a fucking invitation.

Her wish is my command.

I offer a small lift of my lips because the last thing I want in this moment is for her to think I’m laughing at her. Instead, I say, “I can take care of that. If it’s too much, you squeeze my arm. Okay?”

She presses her lips together and nods, and I climb off the bed. I yank my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor.

“Holy—” she murmurs as she sees my upper body.

I unbuckle my belt and drop my jeans and boxers, and she finishes that sentiment.

“Oh my God.” Her eyes widen. “That’s…Wow, Liam. That’s really something.”

I chuckle at her reaction. I suppose I’ve been blessed when it comes to size.

“Impressive,” she says.