“Beg?” he finishes. “Yeah. As a matter of fact, I am.”
My eyes roll back in my head as I collapse to my elbows. Lucky for me, though, Bastian may be an absolute bastard, but he’s not an evil absolute bastard. After half a minute more of his teasing, fluttering kisses, his mouth finally finds me.
My back arches off the mattress as his tongue drags through my folds. I bury my fingers in the roots of his hair and pull him as close as I humanly can. If I’m suffocating him in me, he shows no sign of it. He just inhales me like perfume and then starts to lick and suck in ways that fry my circuitry. His fingers join at some point, I’m not sure when, and I dissolve in the face of the overwhelming sensation.
The sounds I make are embarrassingly loud in the quiet room, completely undignified moan
