Make Me Scream by P.J. Mellor Page A

her arches with such a fierce look of concentration?
    Slowly, he traveled up her leg, pausing to allow her to feel the vibration on the sensitive skin behind each knee. The sensation almost had her climaxing in her new panties.
    Panting now, she lolled back against the arm of the sofa, a pile of boneless need.
    “You like that, I take it?” He chuckled at her weak nod. “What else do you think you might like?”
    In answer, she spread her legs, vaguely aware she should probably take off her panties but too weak from arousal to make the effort.
    “Not yet, sweet thing, not yet.” He reached to the other side of the couch and stuck the still vibrating tip into a pot of some kind. “This is raspberry flavored. It’s actually pretty good. Here, taste it.” He probed her mouth with the vibrating tip.
    The distinctive smell of ripe raspberries wafted to her, and she obediently opened her mouth.
    Against her teeth, the soft silicone of the vibrator buzzed, the warmth of it melting the delicious raspberry gel onto her tongue. On sensual overload, she sucked and licked the dildo clean and then ran her tongue over her flavored lips.
    “I want to suck you,” he said in a strangled voice. “I want to smear flavored gel all over your tits and lick and suck until it’s all gone.” He reached for her bra closure. “Will you let me suck you?”
    “Later.” She grasped her bodice to prevent him from exposing her falsies. “Let’s play some more.”
    A devilish grin curved his mouth, transforming him from cute to hunk status. “Whatever the lady wants.”
    He pushed the tight short skirt of her dress up past her waist. Before she realized what he intended, he took a dollop of flavored gel and plopped it smack dab in the center of the crotch of her new yellow cotton panties. Next he smeared it around a bit.
    His teeth flashed white in the dimness.
    When had he turned off the dining room light? The apartment was now lit by only a dim light from the kitchen.
    Her thoughts short-circuited when he closed his mouth over the cotton covering her mound and began sucking.
    If she’d thought her bones were in danger of dissolving before, she hadn’t seen anything yet. With a mewl, she spread her legs more and watched the top of his dark head while he pleasured her. Even through the fabric, the sensation was euphoric. Her eyes widened in surprise as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
    She’d never climaxed with a partner before and found that the stimulation exceeded her wildest dreams. What must it be like to come while having sex?
    Devon drew her attention back by tracing the line of her now damp panties with the head of the buzzing phallus. Close, ever closer to the center that ached for appeasement.
    He paused again to roll the head in gel, and she thought about shoving his hand back to the business at hand, but a part of her waited. Wondering what would come next. Or who.
    His teeth nipped her swollen folds as he gripped her panties in his mouth and tugged them from her body.
    Shocked and so turned on she was speechless, she raised her hips to accommodate his action. He held her hips down, the pads of his thumb doing miraculous things to her while he bent to finish stripping the underwear from her body.
    Before she could protest the coldness, he was back, the warm dildo vibrating at the door to her desire. He drew circles around and around her opening, the slick, warm head of the vibrator teasing her, before finally—finally!—dipping the tip into her weeping flesh.
    On sensory overload, she bucked her hips, sending the buzzing warmth deep inside where it was met with orgasm number two.
    Weak and somewhat disoriented, she opened her eyes to see Devon tearing at his clothing. “Wait,” she managed to whisper.
    He must have heard her because he stopped and looked down at her, his eyes hot and wild.
    “My turn,” she said. She had to take some kind of control. Another experience like she’d just had and she would be putty in