The Little Black Dress (Love in Las Vegas)

I pull my finger free and push her panties aside. Dipping my head, I lick her with the flat of my tongue. Her flavor bursts on my taste buds, and I barely suppress a groan. She’s delicious, as always.

“Yes,” she says in answer, and I smile against her.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” she grunts as my tongue flicks against her clit.

“Good girl,” I say, then give her what she wants.

I’ll give her everything she wants. Always.

Because she’s everything I want, and I’m never going to let her doubt that again.