Women Seeking Women #155

He pulled me toward him again, fingers tight on my waist. The kiss was greedy this time, all tongue and teeth, an impatient claiming. A low sound scraped from his throat when his thumb skimmed the damp lace between my legs. I shivered, and he laughed softly, cruel and lovely at the same time. He sank to his knees. Breath warm through lace before his teeth caught and tugged the thin material down my thighs. He spread me open without shame, mouth greedy and precise, tongue flat and insistent against wet heat. My hands fisted in his hair, legs shaking as his fingers curled inside, stroking the spot that made the room turn white. He didn’t speak, just hummed low when my hips rocked forward, chasing each cruel, perfect press. The orgasm tore through me hard enough that I saw the carpet fibers when my eyes finally opened.