22. Alice

ALICE

A ir hits my exposed pussy, and I tighten my grip on Michael’s hair.

This is happening.

I’m sitting on his shoulders. His face is inches from my vagina. And ohmygod, this is happening!

My eyes dart over to see my silver dollar roll out of sight under the bed.

I was starting to doubt that talisman and the need to keep it in my pocket, but clearly, it works.

“Delicious.”

My gaze moves back to Michael at the same moment a warm tongue licks against my entrance.

“Holy—” I suck in a breath as he laps at me. Again and again. “Oh god. Oh my god.”

I tilt my hips, offering him more.

“Say my name,” he grits out before licking again. “Tell me how it feels.” He punctuates his statement by flicking his tongue against my clit.

“Michael. Michael!” I rock my hips against his face. “It feels so good. You feel so good.”

His response is lost to me as the vibrations of his words travel through my core, straight into my wildly beating heart.

Hanging on for dear life, I close my eyes and arch into his mouth.

I don’t question his level of talent. I just enjoy it.

I enjoy the feeling of his lips on my clit. His tongue pushing into my entrance. His moans against my flesh.

One of the arms he has holding me in place shifts away, and I hook my feet together behind his back, not wanting to tip over.

I can’t fall off now. Not when I’m so close.

The suction against my clit increases.

“Michael!” I cry out, the first tremors of release rolling up my spine.

His tongue curls around my bundle of nerves, and just when I think I can’t take anymore, two fingers press deep inside of me.

And I explode.