King paused to rest Naomi’s feet on his shoulders, then he returned to where he really wanted to be. He teased her, his tongue flicking her c**t in fast little strokes, before making long, leisurely licks her whole length. She didn’t know what he’d do next, so she just dug her fingers into the mattress beneath her and held on for the ride.
When he plunged his tongue inside her, she gave a shocked scream and sat straight up. Her eyes were wide and her chest rose and fell in panicked breaths. He stopped dead.
“Naomi? You OK?”
“I – I… oh, God.” She fell back on the bed, tried to twist away from him. “Oh, no. No.”
“Naomi?” He was alarmed now, and he moved back up her body. “Talk to me.”
“You’re too much. Matt, you’re so… so close.”
“Close to what?” He stroked her cheek. “What’s going on
