Wishing Star

Chapter 28

"I want to touch you, but I need you to promise me you'll keep your hands to yourself."

She nodded, but he shook his head at her. "Say the words."

"I promise, Clark. I'll do whatever you need me to do."

"Fuck, I should have known you'd be my good girl."

His full lips trailed from her ear to her collarbone, his hands still holding her jaw. His breath was ragged as he stepped back, and his eyes were half-lidded.

"Put your hands on the counter," he commanded.

She moved the hands hanging uselessly at her sides and gripped the white countertop.

"Good. Can I touch you?" His question was more of a plea that she had no desire to deny.

She groaned. "God, yes."

He needed no further encouragement as he quickly dropped to his knees on the tiled floor. He pressed his nose to her belly button before slowly sliding down until he was even with her center. She could feel her wetness soaking through her cotton sleep shorts, causing her cheeks to flush in embarrassment.

"Fuck," he cursed. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to bury my tongue in this pussy."

Her grip tightened on the counter at his words, and she felt another gush of wetness at her core.

His tongue lapped at her center through her shorts and underwear, his hot breath shooting tingles down her lower stomach and making her clench. He groaned as he fully pressed his tongue against her, moving against her clit despite the layers between their skin.

She had no idea what he was waiting on, but she needed his tongue on her skin. With each hard press of his tongue, her pussy pulsed around nothing, begging to be filled.

"Clark, please."

He backed away only far enough to catch his breath. "Please, what?"

"I need your tongue on me."

She felt her face flaming, but he paid no attention as his tongue moved from her center to her clit, languorously.

Lick

"Where do you need my tongue?"

Lick

"On my..."

Lick

"On your what, love?"

She swallowed down her pride at having to beg. She was a prideful person. She knew it. Caelum knew it. Clark knew it. She liked to act that she was far above begging for anything. Her past experiences have shown her repeatedly to keep the upper hand in any relationship, that she couldn't let herself feel too much because one person always loves a little bit more than the other. And she refused to be the one who loved more.

But she was feeling everything now.

So she took a risk.

After all, Caelum's the one who told her there was power in vulnerability.

She swallowed and took a shuddering breath.

"I need you to pull my shorts down. I need you to peel my underwear away from my soaked pussy and use your tongue to make me come."

His eyes met hers in shock before he dropped his head against her stomach and groaned, causing vibrations to shoot straight to her center.

"Fuck," he rasped. "My good girl. Mine."

Before she could form a coherent thought, he ripped her shorts and underwear down in one go and immediately attached his mouth to her clit, causing her to throw her head back and let out a loud moan.