He wanted to command that she watch her face in the mirror, but he didn’t. He’d promised not to say anything stupid and to her, the dirty talk would probably just ruin whatever they were experiencing, so, for the moment, he shut the hell up and just focused on what he was doing.
Which was exploring, licking, pleasuring, while she thrashed back into his face.
She didn’t protest or pull away when he found her entrance and thrust his tongue up inside of her. He ate her like that, her juices like honey flowing down his throat. God. She wasn’t just honey. She was sunshine and rainbows and fucking fairy farts too.
She was delicious. Incredibly. So tight around his tongue that if they had to make a trip to the ER because he got stuck inside of her, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Blaze’s fingers grasped her thighs hard enough to bruise her, but she let him hold her open while he lashed her with his tongue. He ate her, plunging his tongue up into her tight heat until her legs were trembling, and her hips were grinding and her walls were clenching around his tongue. He ate her until she shattered, falling apart all around him. She threw back her head and screamed something incoherent, but it was proof enough that she didn’t hate him.
He pulled away when she was coming down because he had a few other tricks up his arsenal that he wouldn’t mind trying, but they involved her facing him so that he could watch the play of emotion flicker over her face as he gave her another climax and another.
Colette turned around slowly, her legs still visibly trembling, her fingers curled around the sink’s edge as if she needed it to hold herself upright.
Her eyes were wide, the pupils big, her lips swollen from his kisses earlier. She was beautiful. Glorious. Her hair had escaped its confines and swirled around her face, bracketing her delicate, flushed features.
“Is that all you’ve got,” she taunted him, still panting. “Honestly, I expected more from you, Blaze Hanson, so called sex god.”
Oh, that’s it. Game fucking is on.
He was about to open his mouth and start listing off all the things he wanted to do with her, for her, to her, and let her take her pick. Hell, she could even pick multiple items off the list if she wanted to, when she sauntered over, her hips swaying with her walk, her eyes glistening like she knew that he was watching, taking it all in, and that he was hopelessly affected.
That he felt her more than skin deep. That for him, this wasn’t just about pleasure and the slight upturn of her lips into an almost smirk, told him that she knew it.
He got to his feet right as she dropped to her knees. Right in front of him.
Blaze watched in stunned amazement as Colette reached out. Her tiny hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. He was so hard that hard was an understatement. He could probably split concrete with a single karate style chop of his cock.
Watching her tiny fist try, and not even come close, to wrapping around his girth, watching her eyes widen in amazement and listening to her breath hitch- it was pretty hard to keep his shit together. He’d never had a problem with premature shit before, but he was in serious danger of exploding all over Colette’s perky tits and her perfect raspberry hued nipples. God. He wanted to latch his mouth around those nipples and suck on them until she climaxed just from that.
“It looks like, Mr. Hanson, that I have you by the balls here.” Her other hand came up and she gripped him, literally, while she pumped his cock with her other hand.
“Fuck,” he ground out uselessly. For once, his smart mouth deserted him. He wanted to make fun of her for her snarky pun, ask her if that was the best she could do, but for some reason, his tongue was wrapped up in knots and language was a battle he wasn’t going to win. “You don’t have to-”
“I want to,” she breathed.
Her eyes swiveled upwards and his cock jerked in her hand. She let out a husky breath as a droplet of pre-cum formed at the tip and dribbled lower, onto her fingers. It glistened there in the overhead lighting. Despite himself, his hand came down to tangle in her hair, pulling the rest free from the elastic at her nape.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he tried again to warn her. “You get that pretty, pouty, fuckable little mouth anywhere near my cock and it’s game over. For both of us. I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
Her eyes flicked back up to him. “Duly noted,” she said coyly. “Thanks for the warning.”