More Than That

Chapter 44

After quickly stripping off his tented boxers, Fred wasted no time before he was diving down and burying his face between Sage's legs with no warning whatsoever. He still had a smirk painted on his face as he did it, but his eyes had morphed into those of hunger; he looked as if he hadn't eaten in weeks and Sage was a piece of meat. It did certain things to her insides that she didn't care to think about too much.

A sharp gasp fell out of Sage's mouth when Fred pulled her underwear to the side so that he could lick into her, giving her absolutely no time to warm up before he was taking up a quick pace, alternating between making quick circles with his tongue and using his lips to create suction.

She hadn't known how truly worked up she'd been after their little game, apparently. She hadn't known what sitting naked in front of Fred with his broad, bare chest and his eyes trailing over her every few seconds as they bet over sex really did to her, but it must have been quite something, judging by how close she was after not even a full minute of him going down on her. He hadn't even removed her underwear yet, hadn't even put a finger inside of her yet, and she was already feeling that warmth pool in the bottom of her stomach, just ready to explode at any minute and travel from her fingers to the tips of her toes.

"Fuck," she moaned and stretched her head back, trying to hold off on coming for at least a little while longer. Everything just felt so good, she really didn't want it to end.

When he stuck a couple of fingers inside of her, crooking them upwards in the way that he knew sent shivers down her spine, she couldn't help but let go. "Fuck, coming," she moaned out as he continued to lead her through it, moving his tongue faster at first and then slowing down as she continued to twitch from the ends of her orgasm that didn't even take a full two minutes to arrive.

She laid on her back with her eyes closed for a moment and tried to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling with each gasp for air that got calmer and calmer with each breath before tilting her chin down to look at Fred. Even though she knew that she'd just come, the sight below her still sent another pulse of want down to her lower stomach. Fred was still positioned between her open legs, looking up at her with darkened eyes and an open mouth that dripped with her.

"Fuck," she whispered and threw her head back again.

"That was quick," Fred commented smugly as he ran his hands up and down her shaking thighs.

Sage blushed. "I know, sorry," she said bashfully and tried to sit up and scoot away from Fred.

She was stopped, however, because Fred quickly gripped her hips to keep her in place, pinning them down to the floor with his strong hands. "I'm not finished with you quite yet," he said with a dark look in his eyes and dove down to press kisses around the outsides of her underwear, keeping her hips firm in place with his hands. Even though his lips weren't touching the right places yet, Sage's body still wanted to pull away from him, much too sensitive for any more stimulation.

"No, Fred, too sensitive," she whined and tried to scoot her hips back again. She was also still a little embarrassed from how quickly she'd just come and didn't want to do it again.

He paused his ministrations and pulled away to look up at her. "Don't worry, I'll go slow," he said with a smirk and curled his fingers underneath the lace of her underwear to peel them down her legs. Once they were off Fred repositioned himself beside her thighs and looked up at her with a silent question, asking if it was really okay that he go again. Sage couldn't help but nod, sensitivity from the overstimulation be damned. The look on his face before his face disappeared between her legs again was nearly edible.

When he said that he'd go slow, he really meant it. He started off not even touching the right spots, just softly working his lips around the area until she was begging him to get his mouth on her. Even then, he still waited longer.