With slow movements, I pushed and retreated, all the while circling the edge of her clit with the tip of my tongue, making sure not to touch it directly. With my free hand still wrapped around her hip, I felt her muscles tensing under my palm, readying to push back onto the finger that was halfway inside her, and pulled it out until she had just the tip. When her muscles relaxed, I moved it back in to where it’d been originally, not going any deeper. We did this several times until she pushed a hand between herself and the mattress and grabbed a handful of my hair, giving it a warning tug.
“Parker,” she snapped, her frustration and breathlessness making it sound much weaker than I reckon she’d intended for it to be. “I need you to do something, or I’m going to get my vibrator out, lock myself in the bathroom, and—”
Her words were cut off by the small nip I gave her in warning, and then I went back to what I’d been doing.
“Shithead.”
With my tongue still moving in the same maddeningly slow circle, I ignored the insult and pushed my finger inside her in minute increments. Before I could bury it up to the webbing, though, I pulled it all the way out and then added my index finger beside it, repeating what I’d done before all over again.
This time, though, I latched my lips back around her clit, and gently sucked it inside my mouth, again not giving her enough to push her over the edge.
“You don’t need to be in control, you need to be a clit teasing asshole,” she moaned. “There’s a big difference.” When I didn’t reply and instead stopped my fingers descent into her over the rough patch that I knew would drive her wild, she whimpered, “I don’t think I can take much more.”
Letting her clit go but not moving my head away from it, I rubbed her hip soothingly with my free hand as I reassured her. “You can do it, baby. Don’t you want me to make you feel good?” Through this, I began to gently rub the tips of my fingers in circles over her g-spot. “Can you imagine my cock inside you, the head rubbing against this patch right here?”
Her thighs shaking was answer enough for me to know that she was toeing the very edge of the line now, so I went back to lightly flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit, increasing the pressure on it at the same time as I increased the pressure of my fingers.
When she started panting, I moved my mouth away enough to say, “Come,” before sucking her clit hard and pressing down both digits inside her.
Both of her thighs clamped hard on either side of my head as her body froze, then she let out a screaming groan as her muscles started to spasm around my fingers. Throughout all of it, I didn’t stop sucking the bundle of nerves or what my hand was doing, wanting to draw it out as long as I could.
It could have been seconds or minutes, but finally her muscles loosened, and she sagged down onto my face, making it impossible for me to remove my hand from her now because it was trapped between her pretty pussy and my face. Fortunately, it still allowed me to continue getting oxygen from the small gaps on either side of her thighs, so I didn’t give one single fuck.
“I hate that I’m ending your life after how great that was, but I have no muscles,” she panted, and if I could have, I would have laughed loudly at her words and how they’d sounded slurred as she’d said them.
Instead, with the hand that wasn’t inside her, I gently lifted her ass, giving me enough space to scoot out from under her. As I did it, I couldn’t stop myself licking down her center one last time and smiling at the small shudder that it got from her. Male satisfaction like I’d never felt before filled me at knowing I could draw that reaction out of her. Fuck yeah!
Once I was free, I took a big breath in and then let it out. I’d seen many things in my time in my residency, but never had I seen a body brought in or a death certificate that stated the cause of death as ‘death by vagina.’ Sure, I’d been getting oxygen, but now that I was out of her pussy trap, I realized that I hadn’t been getting enough.
Moving so that I was now leaning over her back, I buried my head into the side of her neck, breathing her in. Years ago, I’d figured that happiness was something I’d receive in small amounts for the rest of my life. I was too cynical and couldn’t trust most of the world enough to even dream about having a comfortable life that made me feel truly happy. I wish I’d known that Ari was the answer to that so I could’ve felt like this after she hit eighteen. I just had no idea!