Free Ricochet by Lore Ree Page A

clit.
    “More,” she whispered.
    I didn’t relent.
    “Miles.”
    I didn’t relent.
    “Please.”
    I smirked but still didn’t relent.
    I continued tasting her flesh while pumping my fingers, but I stayed away from where she wanted me.
    Finally, when I could tell she was teetering on the edge but unable to fall without that last bit of stimulation, I pressed my flattened tongue against her clit. Once, twice, three times before her pussy clamped around my fingers. Her body twitched as she came.
    Putty in my hands.
    She still hadn’t apologized for tickling me, so I didn’t stop. I continued moving my fingers inside her and suckling her clit.
    “Fuck!” Her hands flew to my head and tried to push me away. Her efforts were futile, though. I removed my fingers and hooked my arms under her thighs, refusing to let up. She jerked and cussed and said she couldn’t take anymore. Then she cried for me to continue.
    “Fuck … Fuck … Fuck.” She flattened her feet on the bed and moved to rub her pussy against my face. She begged, her words coming out in choppy stutters. “Miles. Miles, I can’t. Fuck, I can’t.”
    I moved my head from side to side, and she let out a strangled sob before her entire body began thrashing wildly. I pinned her hips down with one hand and moved to slide my finger inside of her, but she stopped me.
    “OK, OK,” she pleaded. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
    I smiled victoriously and then got one last lick in before sitting up.
    She lay flat on her back and spread eagle. Her chest, covered in a layer of sweat, heaved. I crawled up her body and rested my forearms on each side of her head.
    “ You all right?”
    She grimaced and shook her head. “Death by orgasm. It’s real. You can Google it.”
    I chuckled. “Think you can give me another one?”
    Noelle bit her lip, giving me a slow nod. I resisted the urge to leap off the bed; instead, I rolled off her slowly and peeled off my shorts. Already rock hard and leaking from the activities of the morning, I groaned while I rolled on a condom.
    I positioned myself between her legs , brought my mouth to hers, and slid into her slower than the previous times we’d fucked. I wanted to savor every second of what might be the last time we were together.
    “God, you feel good.” I exhaled into her neck. “So fucking good, Noelle.”
    “You have no idea.” She moaned softly, and our words to each other became whispers with a backdrop of low grunts and heavy breathing.
    I held onto her shoulders tightly and then gripped her right thigh, which was hooked over my hip. I loved the way her foot dug into my ass. It was as though we couldn’t get close or deep enough.
    When we came this time, it was more subtle; our slow movements not calling for anything loud or extreme. Still, it was an orgasm, so it took all my energy. Unable to catch my breath, I lay on top of her, not having the strength to support my body weight.
    Realizing I was smothering the poor girl, I rolled off her. After getting rid of the condom, I got back into bed and pulled her against my side.
    We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
    A couple hours later, I was awakened when Noelle shook my shoulder.
    “What time is it?” I rubbed the palm of my hand across my eyes.
    “It’s almost noon. I have to go.”
    “When did you change?” I’m not always the most perceptive guy, but I recognized the difference between the red dress she had on last night and the long, yellow dress she wore now.
    “I called Teresa and asked her to come get me,” she whispered, keeping her head down while fixing her shoes. “We have lunch plans with my parents, so she brought me clothes. I showered and changed here. That OK?”
    No, it was not OK, but only because for a moment I forgot what this weekend was—apparently to both of us. I couldn’t ask her to stay. I wanted to, but it wasn’t a good idea. Instead, I walked her to the door and gave her a last soft peck on the lips.
    There was some