Page 81 of Captive Promise

Her cries quiet slowly, and I release her nipple from my mouth.

I press hard over her g-spot to trigger a clenching aftershock before I remove my fingers, just because I can.

Katerina gives a contended sigh, but I’m not letting up.

I slide down her body and close my mouth over the top of her hip bone. Her eyes fly open, and her hands clutch at the back of my head.

Her hips roll up again, and I’m sure that she’s clenching around nothing.

I didn’t realize her hips were so goddamn sensitive. I tuck that knowledge away.

I trail kisses down her front, toward the crease of her thigh. Settling my weight in between her legs, I use my fingers to gently spread her open and I nearly come at the sight.

She’s glistening from her first orgasm and I resist the urge to plunge my tongue straight in.

I trace the edge of one of her lips with a fingertip.

“You smell so good,” I murmur before I remove my finger and trace the same path with the tip of my tongue.

Katerina sighs at the warmth and wetness.

I let my lips close over it and suck, caressing her gently inside my mouth with my tongue.

Her chest is heaving again and I can’t help but laugh softly.

We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.

I trace the lip along the other side with my finger before following it with my mouth.

Her hips roll up into my face, and she’s moaning on nearly every breath.

The fact that she’s enjoying this so much makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. My tongue sweeps along the bottom edge of her slit and the sweet tang of her arousal fills my mouth.

I wrap my arm around her thighs as I delve between her folds and she cries out before slapping a hand over her mouth.

I lap at her again and again—each time pushing deeper.

Her hips are rolling against me on every stroke now. Fucking herself on my face.

Katerina cries out suddenly, and I realize it’s from the vibration of me moaning into her. I’ve been grinding my hips against the edge of the desk and I can feel the damp stain of pre-come in my boxers.

I don’t fucking care.

I moan again.

Her back arches, and I bring one of my hands back down to stroke over her lips again.

They are so soft and sweet and perfect, and I’m alternating lick, stroke, kiss, suck over every inch of her.

She’s begging again but I can hardly hear her over my own fractured murmurs.

“—fucking delectable pussy, Katerina⁠—”

“Oh, fuck⁠—”

“—like heaven⁠—”

“Oh, god⁠—”