Chapter 61

For all that Marc had played with Sinead before, he’d never eaten her out. He’d tasted her on his fingers, but it had always only been fingers touching her pussy to get her off. And even though she’d been ass-up the last time she’d been in his apartment, his focus had more been on that ass and not the pussy below it. Sure, he’d gotten a good look at it, but not like this.

Sinead’s pale skin flushed so easily it was endearing. Even her inner thighs after a few kisses were a little warm. But her pussy - well, it was pretty and pink and looked so needy. Her outer labia were two little swells of smooth skin that looked utterly kissable, and her inner labia were a little pouty but not overly dominant. Her ass also made a nice little cleavage on the edge of the bed between which the golden disc of the buttplug was sitting.

Rather than diving right in, Marc smirked a little and blew a thin stream of air in a zig-zag across Sinead’s nethers, teasing her and making her squirm a little. She was leaning up, propped on her elbows, and watching him with big eyes and the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth.

“Elle est magnifique, Detective,” Marc said. “And I love how you smell.”

“R-”

“Shh,” Marc hushed her before she could get out a word. “This is my time, Sinead. Only answer the questions I ask you. Do you understand?”

She swallowed and nodded.

“Good,” Marc said with a smile. And then he leaned in and just grazed the edge of his tongue along the outermost edges of her inner labia, making her quiver. “Mmmm,” Marc hummed softly. “And such an exquisite taste.”

Marc worked her slowly, layering in little techniques to tease her without driving her forward. He’d spent hours practicing those methods with Felicity, and plenty of time before that with his various short-term girlfriends through his early thirties and his twenties. It had always seemed so strange to him that the whole ‘macho man’ thing abandoned such a simple way to look like a Giver of Pleasure to a woman.

Sinead’s breathing was steady and deep as she tried not to say anything, or reach down to him. He could tell she wanted to as she grabbed the sheets on the bed with both hands and bit her lip.

“Very nice, Detective,” Marc eventually said. It had maybe been seven or eight minutes of teasing her and he hadn’t delved his tongue deep enough between her lips to see or taste her inner core, but they were starting to subtly shift with her arousal as her outer labia swelled with the increased blood flow from the desired attention. Rather than delving in however, Marc brought up a hand as he pressed his lips below her pussy onto her perineum. That kiss made Sinead shudder, and that shudder grew as he pressed his finger to the base of the gold buttplug and pushed on it a little.

Marc chuckled softly as he eased off the pressure, and then pressed on it again. “How did you enjoy putting in your new accessory, ma petite rebelle?” he asked.

“Um,” Sinead gasped. “It was- shit- it was easier than I expected?”

“That’s good,” Marc said, then kissed her perineum softly again. “You’ve been wearing the other one more often, haven’t you?”

Sinead was already a little red across her chest and up her neck to her cheeks from the play, but that deepened. “Yes,” she admitted.

“You’ve been a very good girl then, getting ready for me,” Marc said, kissing a little higher towards her pussy. “Was there any pain, putting in your new little friend?”