Chapter 14

I feel her hands now, scooping my buttocks and tilting my hips. And then she starts in with a long, slow lapping at my folds—starting nearly at the crack of my ass, and drawing up over the area where she suggested I let her groom me earlier. All I can think about is that I’m glad I said yes.

There is a constant moaning sound that fills the room now, and it’s not all coming from me. Gabriela seems to really enjoy her work. I know I’m a fan, particularly since she’s got her finger rubbing again at that really nice place she found while we were in the shower.

But just as I feel as if I’m going to start coming apart again, like I did with my little foot pounding dance, she slows the pace. I groan and buck my hips, but it does me no good. I heave a sigh of frustration, and I swear I hear a little tisk-tisk from below, or maybe I hallucinated it—that really wouldn’t surprise me in my current state.