I tsked and waggled my finger. “Did I tell you to touch it?”

A laugh or sneer or some sort of rude retort was what I expected, but instead, he nodded, picked up his belt from where he’d tossed it aside, and fed the end through the buckle until he’d made it into two loops. He slipped his hands through those two loopholes then used his teeth to pull the tail tight, effectively handcuffing himself. With a smirk, he raised his hands above his head. Seeing him like that — prone, naked, and helpless on the floor — it did things to me.

I hiked up my dress, exposing my pussy, wet and meant for his mouth, and walked up the length of him. When my feet were even with his shoulders, I stopped. His eyes immediately focused between my legs, so attentive and direct that I could feel it, and when he pursed his lips, my clit gave a quick twitch in response.

Deep breath in… Drawing in the scents of the magnolias from the tree just beyond the open piazza doors and him. He smelled like a blend of leaves and woods, a sweet, smoky tobacco aroma layered over a salty, robustly male smell that would probably be in my sheets when he left. Slow, cleansing breath out… Sinking down to my knees, bringing my pussy within inches of his lips. Tommy craned his neck to cover the rest of the distance between his mouth and my pussy. One broad lick of his tongue made my thighs quiver. The second lick loosened my hips, and I sank down, covering his mouth. His tongue pushed inside of me. Penetrated just enough to make my inner walls contract. I rocked my hips and accidentally caught my clit on the edge of his teeth in such a way that it released something wild in me. Suddenly, I was on the brink of coming, and he ceased to be Tommy and became this thing, this being only meant to bring me off. I grabbed his bound hands and used them as leverage as I rolled my hips against his mouth, reveling at the combined feel of his stubble-rough cheeks and eager sucking. He groaned, and his tongue wandered lower before fucking into my pussy again. His mouth made hungry, wet sounds against my skin. The sound of him going at me so greedily pushed me right over the edge.

“Oh, shit!” I cursed breathlessly, and everything in me clutched tightly in a series of spasms that weakened me until I collapsed, my cheek pressed against the gritty floor.

I would have never thought it was possible, but this orgasm was better than the last.

It was strange, but in my sex-drunk haze, the first thought that came to my mind was Shannon. I wished he’d been here to witness this. Wished he could witness someone fulfilling desires that he was certain I no longer had.