My back hits the cold sheets, and I don’t have time to even gasp or register a proper, actual thought before Philippe gets on the floor in front of me. He throws my wet, jellied legs over his shoulder, baring me to him. I’m already so boneless that I can barely even open my legs, but I want to. My god, I want to. Especially when his head looms over me, and his long, dark hair brushes over the tender skin of my belly. Those strands are wet, but they’re still so soft. They feel like the caress of a feather. As he lowers his head, his breath comes out hot against my already cooling skin, but his mouth is even hotter, like a blaze of thunder and lightning and also every good and wonderful freaking thing in the entire world.
His tongue is magic; let me tell you. Pure. Fucking. Epic. Magic.
Oh, and then he adds a finger. He softly probes my entrance while his tongue swirls circles over my clit. I’m already gone. I’m already out of control. I can feel the sweet, amazing pressure gathering and tingling and pooling inside me. Traveling up from my toes, making them tingly and cold as the blood rushes up my legs.
“Philippe,” I pant. I tug at his hair like I’m a wild animal to try and get him closer. I shove my hips into his face, and my whole back arches off the bed. I twist and writhe beneath him, savoring the pleasure of his incredible finger inside me. Even if it’s not what I want, it’s like white-hot heat searing me from the inside out.
Suddenly, he lifts his head and stops. My eyes fly open to see what the delay is. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I nearly scream. “Of course, I like it! Can’t you tell?”
He gives me a devious grin. God, his chin is wet. Glistening. And his lips are wet too. Is the wetness from the Jacuzzi, or from me leaking all over his face? Christ. “Just checking. Would you like more?”
“Argh! Yes! You told me you’d make me beg. I’m begging already. This is me telling you that you need to freaking let me come. Please. Right now. More. All the way.”
“Like this?” He slowly inserts his finger into my channel, inch by slow freaking inch. I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Yes! Yes! Just like that.”
“Like this?” His hot lips caress my hot lips, around his finger, and his tongue sweeps a slow, brutal, teasing circle over my clit. No pressure. Just his tongue. Hot. Wet. Glorious.
“Y—yes! Just like that!”
All of a sudden, he stops again, and I have to bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from letting out a scream of frustration. I open my eyes to find him staring at me like the devil himself, eyes shimmering so blue that they’re like the depths of the sea. Pupils dilated, eating up those irises. Lips parted and wet. Wet from me. Quirked into a smile because he’s obviously enjoying this.
“Maybe you’d like to ride my face.”
“I’d like to ride something alright and it’s not your face.” I let my head drop back to the mattress with a groan. Why did I just say that? I shouldn’t have put that out there. The thing we can’t do. The thing we absolutely cannot do.
“I could pull out.”
“Are you crazy?!” I sit up in a hurry again. “No! That is the worst plan ever!”
“Sorry.” He shrugs. “It’s the only solution. I’m generally controlled enough that there wouldn’t be any chance of messing it up.”
“Just the tip? Is that what you’re saying?” I whimper, thinking about his thick tip sliding into me, filling me and stretching me painfully. The empty, throbbing sensation roars back with a vengeance, and I let out a small groan.
“Nope. The whole thing. But I will pull out with lots of time to spare.”
“That seems like a horrible plan.”
“Actually, lots of people use it. It’s called family planning.”
I think back quickly. I ovulated a few days ago. The best chances of getting pregnant aren’t that great, even at the best time. So…if I’ve already ovulated, I should be safe. Probably. And it’s not like he’d actually finish inside. There would be no chance of that. It’s not a good plan. I know that. I know it. But the longer I think about it, the longer my protests and good sense get drowned out by the heat rising through me. By the thought of his massive cock inside me. By the orgasm to end all orgasms. Also, birth control is supposed to stay in your system for months even after you stop taking it, right? I’m pretty sure it’s true.
As I’m in thinking, he continues, “Never mind. That’s stupid. I’ll just…you can ride my face. Don’t worry. I can do some pretty impressive things with my tongue.”
“I have no doubt. But…I…are you sure that you could pull out in time? Like, a few minutes before? And finish yourself off while I watch?”
His eyes darken, and his nostrils flare. “Yes. But not if you keep talking dirty like that. I won’t even make it inside you, to begin with, and you’ll have to settle for what I can do with my other organs.”
“Just, please. Please, stop talking and…and get inside me already.”
Philippe straightens. It’s only a few heartbeats more before he’s pressing me to the bed, stretching all his delicious muscles over me. His body is
