Page 36 of The Naughty List
And lower.
I’ve been so lost in the way he’s working me up with just his mouth, I don’t even realize what he’s doing until he gets to my hips, biting and sucking one hip bone and then the other. He buries his nose in my closely cropped curls and inhales me.
I jump at the realization of what’s happening.
“Oh, um, you don’t have to do that,” I say, utterly embarrassed that he’s even looking at my pussy up close.
Drake grins that stupid sexy grin of his. “Have to? No, angel. I want to. Fucking need to have a taste. Be a good girl and stay quiet for me.”
Before I can respond, Drake spreads my pussy lips with his thumbs and licks me with the flat of his tongue.
“Drake!” I whisper-shout, surprised by the intensity of what I’m feeling. His soft, wet tongue laps at me, dipping into my entrance and scooping out my arousal. When he gets to my clit, he licks me slowly at first, making me twist and writhe with just the tip of his tongue.
He looks up at me from between my legs, the sight causing me to gush even more for him.
"Fucking delicious," he grits out, staring me down.
Then he gets back to work, doubling his efforts. Drake guides one leg over his shoulder, and then the other. His hands slide under my ass, pulling me closer, until he’s suffocating on my cunt. All of my embarrassment from earlier is gone, completely destroyed, replaced with the need to come.
Drake sucks on my outer lips, nipping and kissing in a frenzy of need. He growls into my folds and then spears his tongue inside of me. My fingers tangle in his hair, urging him deeper. He obliges, somehow able to curl his tongue up and find spots in me I didn’t know existed. His nose swirls around my clit while he fucks me with his tongue.
I’m a moaning, trembling mess, desire searing through my body as he concentrates solely on my pleasure. Drake replaces his tongue with his finger, slowly thrusting in and out while he tries to catch his breath.
“I wish I didn’t need the oxygen, baby,” he says, causing me to grin. “I want to stay down there all fucking night.” Drake works a second finger in my little hole, and he groans, twisting them in a way that makes my entire body spasm.
“Oh God, ohmygod,” I whisper, barely controlling the need to scream his name as he destroys me with pleasure.
“So fucking tight. Can’t wait to stick my cock inside this perfect little pussy and stretch it out.”
“Yes,” I say breathily, wanting that more than anything.
His fingers continue to pump in and out of me as his tongue bats around my little ball of nerves. Each swipe of his talented tongue winds me up higher and higher. I feel my orgasm threatening to take my body captive. A wild, explosive energy courses through my veins, setting me on fire.
My legs shake with the effort of holding it in, suppressing the sudden need to pant and moan and shout to the heavens. I drop my hands from his head and fist the sheets. My body moves on its own, bucking against his mouth. He grunts, sucking on my clit and curling his fingers up.
I snap.
Drake’s hand comes up to cover my mouth as my orgasm rips through me, stealing my breath and making me convulse as he continues to lick me up and down. I whimper into the palm of his hand, the thought of him needing to silence me from all of my pleasure somehow more erotic than if I were allowed to scream.
Drake quirks up an eyebrow, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. The bastard grins, like he’s challenging me to try to stay quiet.
He doesn’t let me recover at all before his tongue finds my clit again, stroking and nipping and driving me wild. I’m right on the edge again, teetering on the precipice, unsure I’ll be able to handle another orgasm.
Not that Drake lets me have any choice in the matter. He twists his fingers and bites down on my already sensitive clit, throwing me off the dangerous cliff into an ocean of pleasure. Each wave carries me higher and higher and then drops me down, down, down, until I'm drowning in ecstasy.
Screaming against his palm, I bite down on the flesh, loving the strangled roar that falls from his lips. Every nerve ending is raw and pulsing, ecstasy and relief flooding through me in equal measure.
I’m completely limp and spent as Drake crawls his way up my body and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips. I love it. I lick myself off of his chin and nose.
“Jesus, sweetheart. You like that? Like tasting your delicious cream?”
“Mmhm,” I purr, hardly recognizing my husky voice.
I roll closer to him, wanting to mount him and beg him to fuck me. Instead, Drake kisses my forehead and climbs off of me. I pout, but he just kisses the corner of my mouth before turning me on my side and curling his body around mine.
"I meant what I said earlier, angel,” he whispers. “You mean too much to me to rush things," he murmurs, nuzzling into the side of my neck.
I nod and relax into his embrace. As turned on as I am, I know he's right. It's been an impossibly long and tiring day. I wouldn't regret it like he seems to think, but right now, I need this. I need to be held by him.