“I don’t want to hear you unless you’re singing your pleasure.”
I was used to being silent during lovemaking, but this was something altogether different and I found that I could not hold my tongue. Not while his mouth overtook me, exploring every inch, leaving no part of my flesh untasted. The pleasure he seemed to take from it was almost as exhilarating as the kisses themselves.
The stubble on his chin tickled my belly button when he went lower still and I wondered what he might do next. He shocked me by dropping to his knees. “What are you—”
His hand bounced sharply off one cheek to the other making me wince. “Only your pleasure, Mademoiselle. Remember that.”
“Oui.” I bit down on my lip, determined not to utter another sound, lest my bottom receive more stinging retribution. More than that, I didn’t want to disappoint him. It was a promise that I found hard to keep as his lips found their way down to my pussy. His eyes were dancing as they met mine, and with a slow, seductive smile curving his lips he slowly began to ease my pantalets down. I shivered at the sudden feel of cool air on my dripping sex.
“Tsk, tsk,” he scolded, grinning up at me. He dipped a finger inside and pulled it out, holding it up so that I could see how slick and shiny it was. “Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?”
He had to know that I was—I doubted very much that I would have the courage to say so aloud.
Yet, he would not relent. “Answer me, Aimée. Are you enjoying yourself? Am I pleasuring you the way you like?”
The truth was, I didn’t know how I liked to be pleasured. I knew only how to give and that was by being still and doing as I was told. I’d never felt these waves of desire crashing over me, threatening to rock me to my knees. All I knew was that I wanted it to continue, so I nodded my agreement.
“Oh, no, Mademoiselle, that will never do. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes…I am enjoying myself.” I forced myself to meet his eyes boldly, wondering if he would now laugh and take me back to bed.
Instead, he turned his attention back to my dripping rosebud, blowing on it so that the warmth of his breath meeting my sensitive skin would make me shiver with pleasure. As a droplet fell, he bent forward to catch it with his tongue, making me gasp. What he did next made me do more than that, for I could hold my tongue no longer when his tongue parted my pussy lips and delved inside. I threw my head back, feeling the cascade of golden hair on my naked back, closing my eyes as I gave myself over to the sensations he roused in my body. As his tongue licked, warmth ran the length of my body and then receded again until I was quaking where I stood. I felt my toes curling beneath me, the fire blazing from behind, and was sure that I would faint if not for his arms around me.