Page 60 of Catch and Cradle
“Yes.” I pull her back to kiss me and mumble it again against her lips. “Yes.”
She kneels between my legs like I did to her, and I strip out of my shorts and underwear at the same time. I’m burning with how much I want this, and the awe and wonder in her face when she looks down at me makes me ache even more.
“You’re so wet,” she says in a hushed voice. “Oh my god, Becca, you’re perfect.”
She strokes along my outer lips, and I moan. Every inch of me is straining for her, desperate to feel her touch. She slides a finger up the very centre of my pussy, and I can hear how wet I am. My hips start to rock, and she doesn’t wait to slip her finger inside me.
“Fuck. Fuck, that feels so good.”
“Do you want more?”
I nod and clutch at the blankets as she slides another finger in and starts thrusting in time with the motion of my hips. The thumb of her other hand finds my clit.
“Fuck, you could make me come just like that.”
She slows her pace. “I want to give you more.”
I gasp when she pulls out and spreads my legs wider with both her hands. She lowers herself to her stomach and props her weight on her elbows before looking up at me. I can see the hesitation gathering in her expression.
“Will you, um...” She chews on her lip for a moment. “Will you tell me what to do?”
She wants me to tell her how to eat my pussy.
Just that question makes me feel like I could come.
“I know it’s not very sexy to, like, ask for instructions.” She flushes, misreading my silence. I’m too turned on to even answer her right away. “I just thought that to start, we could—”
“It is very sexy,” I interrupt. My chest has started heaving with my strained breaths, and that’s all I can get out.
“Oh.” She seems to catch on to what she’s doing to me as she takes the sight of me in.
“Yeah. That...I would like that.”
“Okay,” she murmurs, glancing down again. “How should I start?”
I’ve never given someone directions before, not like this. There’s something so intensely intimate about it, and it’s layered with an eroticism that hangs in the air and fills my lungs with every panting breath. I’m almost suffocating from it, and we haven’t even started yet.
“I’d like it if you kissed my thighs,” I murmur, “and up over my hips too.”
I figure that’s a safe place to start, but as soon as she begins, I realize it’s anything but. Her hot breath and soft lips sear me everywhere she touches. She grazes her teeth along one of my hip bones just hard enough to sting, and I lose it.
“Fuck, Hope. I need you to lick me. I need you to lick me now.” I squeeze my eyes shut as the ache between my legs gets even sharper.
I can feel her breath on my pussy. “How? Tell me how. Tell me what you want.”
She doesn’t sound timid anymore. She sounds like she knows exactly how she’s making me feel, but I still want to give her instructions. Hearing her ask like that makes it hard not to grab her head and pull her exactly where I want her.
“I w-want you to lick me really slow.” My hands are starting to hurt from gripping the sheets so hard. “All the way up my pussy and back again.”
She sucks in a breath as I say it, and then I feel the heat of her tongue, pressed flat and firm against me. She licks me just the way I told her to, dragging the moment out until I’m shuddering.
“Like that?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Just like that. Keep doing that.”
She finds a drawn-out rhythm that has me dripping onto her tongue. I hiss every time she reaches my clit. I can already feel my muscles clenching and tightening.
“Now circle my clit with the tip of your tongue.” I’ve never said anything so direct to someone before, never ordered it like that.