I bite down on my lip hard, trying to keep those sounds in. It’s embarrassing that he’s barely done anything yet, and I’m already moaning like I’m desperate for it.
When he makes his way up to suck at my clit, another noise spills out, and I go as far as slapping a hand over my mouth to hold it back.
Cash pulls back then, looking up at me with wicked intensity. “No,” he says, pulling my arm down so my hand falls away from my mouth. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear every sound you make. Does my mouth on you feel good?”
I swallow hard, a lump in my throat.
“Tell me,” he says, and it’s practically a command. One I feel compelled to follow, no matter how hot it makes my face flush.
“I… yes. It feels good,” I manage to tell him.
“Good. I want to hear that. I want to hear you sing for me, little songbird. I want to hear every sound that falls from those pretty lips, so I can know exactly how good it all feels for you. Can you do that for me?”
Something about the pet name makes my chest flutter. “O-okay,” I whisper.
“Good,” Cash says again.
He goes back to his task with focused determination, eating me out like he was born to do it. It’s obvious that he’s done this before, and he’s good at it. He alternates between gentle flicksand licks of his tongue and focused pressure that makes me writhe against the counter.
Somehow through that, I still feel wound too tight.
My body is responding to him, my pussy getting wetter and wetter as he keeps working me up. The heat builds between my legs and spreads, pooling in my gut and warming me from the inside out.
But even that’s not enough to take me out of this mental block. It all feels so fucking good, but I’m stuck, unable to give in and let go.
Cash is undaunted though. He slides two fingers inside me, working me up while his mouth plays with my clit. The one-two punch of sensation has me keening in surprise and pleasure, and my toes curl. My fingers tighten in his hair, and Cash makes a little noise of amusement that’s muffled by my body.
My back arches as he keeps going, his fingers pumping in and out of me, tickling something deep inside me that sparks heat all through my body. As he laps at my clit, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the suction of his mouth, everything feels like it’s electrified. All of a sudden, I’m climbing toward something I’ve never been able to reach with another person. And that’s good. That’s a bone deep, resonant feeling that I usually have to give myself with my fingers or a toy if I have the time. Which I haven’t in a while.
All the same though, as the pressure builds, I know it’s not going to be enough. It’s good, it’s so fucking good, but it’s not the all-encompassing release that comes right before I shatter into pieces.
It feels bad, letting Cash do this when he’s not going to get what he wants out of it. He said he wanted to taste me, but I know there’s more to it than that. There always is. Men want to see their women writhing in pleasure. They want the satisfactionof knowing that they did that. That they made their partner come undone with the force of their mouths or fingers or cocks.
And it’s not going to happen for me, so I shouldn’t keep Cash down there on his knees, pretending like it will.
I gasp a breath and use the hand in Cash’s hair to try to push him back so I can pull away. “I can’t,” I pant out. “It’s not—I’m not going to be able to come. It’s not going to work.”
Cash pulls back and blinks up at me confused. “What?”
“I just… I’ve never finished this way with anyone before. It doesn’t work for whatever reason. So you shouldn’t waste your time.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“You shouldn’t?—”
He cuts me off with a nip to my inner thigh that makes me suck in a breath. “Do you want me to stop?” he repeats. “Not for my sake, but do you want it to end?”
I search his face, trying to see if this is some kind of a test or something. But he just looks flushed and earnest, his eyes bright. He doesn’t look upset or impatient, and cautiously I shake my head no.
“Then I’m going to keep going,” he says with a little smirk. “It’s an honor to be on my knees for you, songbird. And knowing that you’ve never had this with anyone else makes me want it even more.”
“But…” I trail off, not quite sure what to say to that. He sounds as sure and confident as he ever does, and it’s a heady feeling to have that directed at me about this.
“Anyway, I believe you can do it,” he continues. Something sharpens in his face, and his words come out firm. Undeniable. “You can do this. You’re going to come on my tongue, and I’m going to taste every drop.”
“Cash—” His name turns into a gasp as he curls his fingers inside me, sending a jolt all the way to my core. That smirk turnswicked, and he dips his head back in, flicking his tongue against my clit with relentless precision.
“It doesn’t matter how long this takes,” he murmurs between licks. “You taste so good, I could do this for hours. Kneel down right here and keep feasting on this perfect wet pussy until you’re gushing for me.”