“Not warm,” she said. “Hot.”
“Hot is good. Burning up is better.” He pushed her onto her back and dragged her legs over his shoulders. He opened her up with his fingers, spreading her folds wide. He licked her slowly from the base of her vagina to her clitoris and Flash shivered and moaned. He did it again, even slower this time, even deeper. She could feel her body opening up to him, growing wet inside, growing hotter. She needed him inside her—the sooner, the better.
“Ian?”
“Yes?” He flicked his tongue over her clitoris again.
“Could you do me one little favor?” she asked.
“Name it.”
“Put your cock inside me.”
She saw his eyebrow twitch.
“Say ‘please and thank you’ and I’ll consider it.”
“You’re going to make me beg?”
“No. I’m going to make you ask for my cock very nicely. Like a lady.”
“I won’t do it.” Flash Redding did not beg for cock.
“Fine. I’ll just be down here eating your beautiful pussy until you learn some manners.”
He spread her wider and pushed his tongue inside her again. He licked her and licked her and licked her until she was writhing on the bed under his mouth, unable to lay still, unable to stay silent. He’d bring her close to orgasm and then back off by pausing to kiss her thighs and hips again. When her heavy breaths softened he started again, lapping at her clitoris and all around it until she was in agony from the need to come.
And still Ian wouldn’t let her orgasm. As her whole body clenched, right at the edge of climax, Ian pulled back again.
“Well?” he asked from between her thighs. “Do you have anything to say to me?”
“Will you please put your cock in me?” Then she added a second “please” for good measure.
“I will. But only because you asked nicely.” He took her legs off his shoulders and stood up. He was fully erect again—halfway between stage three and stage four. Good to see she wasn’t the only one about ready to burst around here.
“Get back on the bed,” he said as he stood up. She scooted back and started to turn over onto her stomach. “No, on your back.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. He crawled across the bed to her. They’d never had sex with her on her back before, always on her stomach or on her hands and knees or like last night, bent over at the waist with her leaning against the wall. He liked entering her from behind and she liked it, too, for the simple reason it made her feel dirtier.
Slowly she eased down onto her back as Ian knelt between her open thighs.
“Still cold?” he asked as he stroked her thigh with his fingertips.
“No. Burning up.”
“You’re shivering.”
“You made me almost come three times and pulled back. You’re lucky I haven’t passed out yet.”
“If you’d minded your manners I wouldn’t have had to teach you a lesson. I run a tight ship around here. No insubordination allowed.”
“I’ll be good from now on,” she said. “Lesson learned.”
“That’s what I like to hear. I don’t ask for perfection, just improvement.”
He lay on top of her and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I like you,” she said.