the source, swirling his tongue just inside her pussy. Pulling back again, pressing soft kisses against her tender flesh. Alternating approaches, never letting a rhythm build, until Lindy thought she would go insane with frustrated lust. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her aching clit, which she knew Richard was ignoring on purpose.
When he finally did spare a tiny lick across that needy spot, Lindy cried out before she could stop herself. She hadn’t wanted to be that easy, that vulnerable. But she was at his mercy and they both knew it.
“I wish I had a headboard,” he murmured, before flicking his tongue out again and pulling a strangled groan from Lindy. “I could tie you to it and torture you like this all day long. Just eat this sweet pussy until you’re begging to come.” He teased at her opening with one fingertip, petting and pushing but never dipping inside more than a fraction of an inch. “You’re almost there now, though, aren’t you? Do you want to come, baby? Do you need it?”
“Yes!” Lindy hardly recognized her own voice. But there was no mistaking Richard’s smug chuckle before he responded in the same slow, sexy voice that had been driving her crazy.
“Say please.”
“Oh god, please!” she managed to gasp, because he was already nudging his finger deeper, and then his lips found her clit and he did something with his tongue that made Lindy’s brain explode. She screamed as the orgasm slammed into her, a slow-motion crash of pleasure that went on forever.
Her climax was coaxed to linger by Richard’s insistent, fluttering tongue and too-gently thrusting finger, continuing to tease her higher and higher until Lindy thought she might actually lose consciousness. The little death, leaving her breathless and limp and anything but dead when the bliss finally seeped away. She’d never really understood why people called it that.
Now she knew, and wondered if she would ever be the same.
Chapter Four
“Lind. Think your phone is ringin ’,” a deep, sleepy voice muttered next to Lindy’s ear. Followed by a gentle shake of her shoulder.
Her naked, naked shoulder.
“Lindy. It’s kind of early, that might be something important. You want me to get it?”
Richard.
Lindy tried to form a coherent sentence but was unable to do more than shrug in a noncommittal way. She would have sprung up and dashed away to the relative safety of her own apartment, but sitting up reminded her that her shoulder wasn’t the only naked thing happening in that bed.
This actually happened.
“If you’re sure. Mmm . Morning,” Richard said with a barely stifled yawn, stroking her bared back languidly. He seemed still half-asleep himself.
“Good morning,” she said politely, not turning around. She needed to pee. But that would mean either walking to the bathroom naked, or stealing the sheet and leaving Richard naked.
“So can I ask you if you’re okay now?”
“Huh?” She turned to see him more alert than she’d thought, watching her with a slight frown. She wasn’t sure if he was concerned or annoyed. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
“You’re welcome,” Richard said, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “My, isn’t this nice weather we’re having?”
For a second she looked at him like he was going crazy, then Lindy smiled. “Awkward with a hundred percent chance of having no idea what to say.”
“Oh that’s easy,” Richard said, with no apparent awkwardness whatsoever. “I just say, ‘Get up and make me my damn pancakes and bacon, woman’.”
Lindy was still wavering between snickering and whacking Richard on the chest when her phone rang again, giving her the nagging sense she’d forgotten something.
“I think you need to answer that, kiddo,” Richard suggested as he swung his long frame out of bed and rose into a stretch. He seemed to be completely unaware of his morning erection, although Lindy was hardly able to tear her eyes away from it.
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When he finally did spare a tiny lick across that needy spot, Lindy cried out before she could stop herself. She hadn’t wanted to be that easy, that vulnerable. But she was at his mercy and they both knew it.
“I wish I had a headboard,” he murmured, before flicking his tongue out again and pulling a strangled groan from Lindy. “I could tie you to it and torture you like this all day long. Just eat this sweet pussy until you’re begging to come.” He teased at her opening with one fingertip, petting and pushing but never dipping inside more than a fraction of an inch. “You’re almost there now, though, aren’t you? Do you want to come, baby? Do you need it?”
“Yes!” Lindy hardly recognized her own voice. But there was no mistaking Richard’s smug chuckle before he responded in the same slow, sexy voice that had been driving her crazy.
“Say please.”
“Oh god, please!” she managed to gasp, because he was already nudging his finger deeper, and then his lips found her clit and he did something with his tongue that made Lindy’s brain explode. She screamed as the orgasm slammed into her, a slow-motion crash of pleasure that went on forever.
Her climax was coaxed to linger by Richard’s insistent, fluttering tongue and too-gently thrusting finger, continuing to tease her higher and higher until Lindy thought she might actually lose consciousness. The little death, leaving her breathless and limp and anything but dead when the bliss finally seeped away. She’d never really understood why people called it that.
Now she knew, and wondered if she would ever be the same.
Chapter Four
“Lind. Think your phone is ringin ’,” a deep, sleepy voice muttered next to Lindy’s ear. Followed by a gentle shake of her shoulder.
Her naked, naked shoulder.
“Lindy. It’s kind of early, that might be something important. You want me to get it?”
Richard.
Lindy tried to form a coherent sentence but was unable to do more than shrug in a noncommittal way. She would have sprung up and dashed away to the relative safety of her own apartment, but sitting up reminded her that her shoulder wasn’t the only naked thing happening in that bed.
This actually happened.
“If you’re sure. Mmm . Morning,” Richard said with a barely stifled yawn, stroking her bared back languidly. He seemed still half-asleep himself.
“Good morning,” she said politely, not turning around. She needed to pee. But that would mean either walking to the bathroom naked, or stealing the sheet and leaving Richard naked.
“So can I ask you if you’re okay now?”
“Huh?” She turned to see him more alert than she’d thought, watching her with a slight frown. She wasn’t sure if he was concerned or annoyed. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”
“You’re welcome,” Richard said, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “My, isn’t this nice weather we’re having?”
For a second she looked at him like he was going crazy, then Lindy smiled. “Awkward with a hundred percent chance of having no idea what to say.”
“Oh that’s easy,” Richard said, with no apparent awkwardness whatsoever. “I just say, ‘Get up and make me my damn pancakes and bacon, woman’.”
Lindy was still wavering between snickering and whacking Richard on the chest when her phone rang again, giving her the nagging sense she’d forgotten something.
“I think you need to answer that, kiddo,” Richard suggested as he swung his long frame out of bed and rose into a stretch. He seemed to be completely unaware of his morning erection, although Lindy was hardly able to tear her eyes away from it.
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