Chapter Twenty-One
Waverly
Holy crap!
Memphis has his mouth on me! He is…he is using his tongue! My thighs tense and try to close around him, but he wraps those hands around them and keeps me spread for him. It’s hot as fuck that he can wrestle me into submission but still be so fucking gentle I could cry.
The second he places his wet kiss on the top of my sex my body is tightening, getting ready to give him another orgasm.
Shock courses through me that I am letting someone do this, but also delight and anticipation that builds in my lower belly.
When his warm heat moves lower and his fingers spread me open, all I can do is sink into the magic he is giving me.
He licks up the middle of my sex before settling in on the nub of nerves that have been aching ever since he started washing my hair.
He might not have meant for it to be a seduction, but that is exactly what it was for me.
A slow, hot seduction that builds and builds until there is no more me, no more him, just us.
His mouth makes magic circles on my clit as my body burns under his tongue.
His hands sweep up my body to reach for my bare breasts as he cups them in his big hands.
He’s playing my body like it’s an instrument and he’s the only one who knows how to make it sing.
My back arches off the bed and into his touch begging for more.
My breath comes out in quick pants that do nothing to help me regain my sanity as my body coils tighter and tighter.
I try to hold it back, try not to give in.
His face is down there after all. It will be embarrassing to lose control and cum, right?
But that is what is about to happen. I raise my head to look down at him and find his eyes on me.
The fire in them has me sinking my hands in the bedding and moaning for…
something just out of my reach. Those midnight blue eyes can take me there… if I just let go!
“Memphis! P…please!”
I sense that he is smiling but can’t be for sure since his face is buried in me. One of his hands leaves my breast to find mine and entwine them. Somehow that makes it even more intimate than what he is doing to me with his mouth. He's good about keeping me anchored in the now like that.
My body tries to escape the onslaught of emotions and sensations he is causing, but there is nowhere to run, nowhere to go.
He’s got me pinned to the bed, one large arm lying across my body so he can play with the sensitive buds of my breasts while the other grips my hand.
All I can do is grab on to things that might hold back the growing tidal wave I know is coming.
The bed, the sheet, his arm, his hair, my own breasts.
My body starts to shake and tremble as his tongue laves my intimate creases and folds before going back up to the ever-tightening bundle of nerves. The gentle scrap of his teeth before he starts sucking and kissing me again is too much. I can’t hold back any longer.
“Memphis, oh my God! Memphis, you have to stop…I’m…I’m so close. Memphis, I’m going to…I’m going to cum on your face. Please!”
Instead of stopping him, my words just speed up the intensity at which he goes at me, his tongue moving over me until I’ve lost touch with all reality and everything I focus on is the spot he’s using his tongue on.
“Fuck!”
It comes out muffled as his hand covers my mouth while my body breaks and release floods through me.
I shake through the hard pulses of pleasure as he keeps at me.
He roars against my body as his tongue chases down the evidence he made me cum with his mouth.
His hand drops to encircle my throat as I let out mumbled moans and hoarse pleas now.
I shake through two more releases before he finally lifts his head.
His face is smeared in shiny glaze that has to be me.
I hold a trembling hand up to touch his cheek, but he captures it in one of his own.
He brings it to his lips and kisses my palm and then starts to tongue fuck in between my fingers, showing me exactly what he did to me.
I gasp but can’t seem to move my body away from him.
When he lays on top of me and our bare chests brush against each other, all I can do is accept the shock and awe of his body against my own.
I must drift off because I wake when the bed dips and his warmth presses to my back.
I don’t say anything; I don’t try to scoot away.
Instead, I just push back against him and drift back to sleep.