Page 67 of Frenched (Frenched 1)
“You don’t move. Understand?” he said, his breath nearly causing me to explode.
I nodded, wanting to scream every curse I knew out loud. In French and English, and maybe some other languages too.
It was the worst punishment and also the most sublime pleasure I’d ever felt.
He teased me with his tongue like he was tying a knot in a cherry stem.
A double knot.
He licked me like a double scoop of French vanilla on a hot summer day.
At the equator.
He savored me like I could melt in his mouth but he didn’t want me to.
That was a losing battle.
I didn’t last longer than a minute, maybe not even thirty seconds—hell, maybe not even ten. I had no sense of time anymore. The moment he touched me with his tongue, it was like he threw gasoline onto a fire that was already burning. I fought every instinct my body had, which was to rock and writhe and smother his mouth with my pussy. I wanted to ride his tongue. I leaned forward and banged my head against my wrists, dying to cry out, to combust, to collapse.
I knew he was trying to prolong it because every time I neared the edge and stiffened up, he’d back off my clit and bite my thigh or just breathe warm air on my skin. When I’d relax slightly, he’d flutter his tongue over me again, taking me back to the brink, until finally I thought I’d go insane.
“Lucas,” I begged, on the verge of tears. “Please.”
Finally, he pulled me tighter to his mouth with one hand, shoved his fingers inside me with the other, and devoured me hard and fast.
I fucking detonated.
I have no idea how long it actually lasted, how Lucas managed to breathe, or how I didn’t break the skin on my upper arm, because I bit myself hard. My entire body was paralyzed by the force of this orgasm, which turned the world white and set off a siren in my head, racking my body with undulating surges of ecstasy so powerful I couldn’t even breathe. By the time it subsided, I was gasping for air and my left shoulder bore the indentations of my teeth.
Top and bottom.
Before I had regained the ability to form a sentence, Lucas slid out from between my legs and knelt behind me. “I’m not done with you yet, princess. Don’t even think about moving.”
He needn’t have worried about my thinking anything except wanting to feel his cock inside me. I heard him tear open a condom packet, and I was tempted to tell him not to wear it, but more than anything I just wanted him to fuck me and he might make me wait longer if I disobeyed the no-talking rule.
A moment later I felt his erection rubbing my ass, hard and thick. He reached up and took my hair in one fist, pulling my head back hard enough to make my scalp sting.
“What do you want?” he asked. “Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered without hesitation. “Hard. Now.”
“Yeah? You want to get fucked hard?” He pulled my hair tighter, and I winced.
“Yes,” I said through clenched teeth. God, if my hands were free I’d force him to do it, grab him, pull him into me.
But Lucas had all the control, and holy hell, did he have patience.
He teased me with the head of his cock between my legs, rubbing it on my wet, swollen folds and slipping it in just an inch before pulling back out. He slid it between my buttocks, murmuring words of praise for my hot, tight ass. He held onto my hair with one hand and reached around to one breast with the other, pinching my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. He whispered dirty things to me, telling me what a good girl I was being, how hard I made his cock, how he could still taste my pussy on his lips, how badly he’d wanted to fuck me like this all day.
When I was near tears again, he finally pushed inside me, and the relief was so magnificent I actually looked to heaven and thanked God.
“Talk to me.” Lucas breathed hard, moving one hand to my hip and keeping the other wrapped around my hair. “Tell me what you like.”
“Oh, God.” I wasn’t sure I could talk—my body was spiraling out of control again.
He yanked my hair. “God’s not here.”
“Lucas.” I licked my lips and arched my back, my arms stretched over my head. “Yes, yes, yes, like that. I love your cock inside me. I love the way you fill me and stretch me and pound me. You’re so big and hard and fucking perfect.”
