Page 45 of Flirty Fall Fling

“Fuck, you taste so good right before you come,” I say against her, curling my fingers more.

With tense muscles, she loses control, and her body convulses. I keep going, giving her more friction on her clit while adding a third finger. I don’t stop, just slow down, allowing the high to subside. I pick up my pace again, sucking up her juices, not wanting to waste a single drop.

“Jamie.” My name comes out of her mouth like a prayer.

She’s still pulsing from the first one, and she pushes at my head with no real force behind it.

“One more,” I murmur against her, and the vibration of it makes her gasp.

“It’s not possible,” she whispers.

I press a soft kiss to her clit. It’s an apology and a dare in the same breath. “I can tell you’re not that experienced.”

Her breath shakes. “I’m not.”

“I’ll teach you things about yourself you never knew.”

Blaire pushes herself up onto her elbows again, and her eyes darken. “Is that a promise?”

I smirk. “I don’t make promises to witches unless I intend to keep them.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, holding her eyes the whole time. “Last thing I need is another curse put on my bloodline.”

She looks at me for a few seconds longer.

A war is happening behind those dark eyes.

Then she lies back against the pillows, runs her fingers through my hair.

“Class is in session,” she says.

She’s still swollen and sensitive from the first orgasm, so I ease her into the next one. I give soft passes of my tongue as my fingers curl inside her at a pace that builds instead of breaks. She twists under me, almost like it’s too much, and I hum against her.

“Take what’s yours,” I tell her, encouraging her not to be shy.

Blaire grinds against my tongue, chasing sweet relief. Before she loses herself, I pull away.

“Why did you stop?” she asks, frustration on her face.

“I’m in control, sweetheart. Not you.”

“Says who?” Even wrecked and breathless, she comes up swinging, and I admire it even though we both know the reality of the current situation.

“Outside of this room, you’re the queen of Pine Haven, Blaire.” I drag one finger through her and hold it up in the low light, soaked to the knuckle. I play with her sticky cum. “In here, I’m your king. Look at you, dripping for me. It’s down your thighs. On the comforter. I’ve barely gotten started, and you’re already ruined.” My mouth is a breath away from where she wants it, close enough that she can feel me talk. “Pinch those perky nipples for me, baby.”

Her pussy winks when she does. I return to her swollen little clit, then pull back because I’m cruel. Because she’s more beautiful when she’s furious than most women are when they’re happy. Because I want her to feel that insatiable need for me.

“Say please.”

“You’ve got to be kidding⁠—”

I blow a breath across her sensitive skin, and her whole body shudders.

“Please.” It comes out through her teeth.

“Please what? Full sentences, baby. Communicate with me. You’re articulate. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“Please make me come, please—” She’s drenched and tense, thighs clamping around my ears.

I give her everything before she can finish the sentence. She gets my mouth and fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. This time, when the pleasure builds, I work her until her toes curl. Every muscle in her body strains. At any second, she’ll jump off the ledge.