Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 443

I looked down once and nearly came on the spot. He was staring up at me from between my thighs, his eyes fixed on my face, his mouth buried in my pussy like I was a meal he intended to finish, and the sight of him there, the formidable Sparrow on his knees on a kitchen floor, undid me in a way his tongue had not managed yet.

He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my skin. "You taste so good," he said, the words hot against my thigh, and then he went back to work. His tongue slid through my folds, pushed inside me, dragged back up to my clit, and the wet sounds of his mouth on my pussy filled the kitchen, obscene and perfect and the only music I could hear.

My legs were shaking. They had been shaking for a while, I realized dimly, and when they finally began to give out, his hands closed around my thighs and held me up, and he only sucked harder, as if my weakness delighted him.

Minutes passed and meant nothing. There was only his mouth and the fire building low in my belly, coiling tighter with every pass of his tongue, and when he pushed two fingers inside me and curled them against that spot that made my vision blur, I shattered.

I cried out, something broken and desperate, my fingers twisted in his hair, my hips grinding against his face, my whole body clenching around his fingers, and he did not stop. He drank every drop of it, his tongue lapping through the mess of my release, licking me through the aftershocks until I was trembling so hard I could barely stand.

My legs gave out completely. He caught me, his arm snaking around my waist before I could meet the floor, and rose to his feet with me sagging against his chest, my breath coming in ragged pieces.

His mouth glistened with my release, wet and slick, and he looked at me through hooded eyes, dark and satisfied, and then he smiled and licked the remnants of me off his lips, slow and deliberate.

"You enjoyed that, did you not?"

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