****** took them from flirty emojis to my couch, yet Alex can’t take the hint. His rambling stories bore me, and the only thing I crave is the wet heat of his tongue circling the deep, sensitive pit of my navel. When he keeps talking, I roll my eyes, and leave him stunned on the sofa while I peel off my dress and step into the steaming shower alone. Minutes later the door crashes open. Dripping, wide-eyed, Alex finally understands what I’ve wanted all night. I trap his face between my slick hands and shove him to his knees. The first slow lick sends fire racing through my core, his tongue plunging and swirling inside my tight belly button like it owns me. Every greedy suck pulls a moan from my throat. Two fingers slip in alongside his tongue, stretching the hollow, teasing the rim until I arch against the tiles. Water courses over my skin, but the real flood is between my thighs. He licks faster, harder, worshiping the center of my body with the devotion I demanded. I grip his hair, grinding into his face, chasing the climax that finally crashes over me in shuddering waves. The night didn’t go as he planned, but it ended exactly the way I wanted.
