“Yes, please,” I murmur between greedy kisses. The edge of the bed sneaks up, folding my legs at the knee. I drop to the mattress with a surprised laugh.
She pulls my shift off over my head, leaving me bare aside from my panties. “Gods, you look delectable.” Her gaze travels slowly down my body, clinging to my breasts, waist, hips. “Stay right there and spread your legs,” she orders with a lift of her chin.
I flush and obey, speechless as she kneels between my knees.
Hands caressing my sides, she brushes kisses on the swells of my breasts before pulling a nipple into her mouth and giving it a hard suck.
The pleasure immediately borders on painful overstimulation. “S-sensitive!” I gasp, my hands fumbling in her hair and at her shoulder.
Understanding, she flattens her tongue and swipes a softer lick over the tender bud. The gentler pressure is perfect. I let out a whimper as she moves to my other nipple, skimming it lightly. Arousal pools between my legs, a sharp need that pulses through me.
Fingers hooked in the sides of my underwear, she kisses her way down my stomach and slides them off. She lets me undress her until she’s kneeling on the floor between my legs in her white cotton panties, garter belt, and stockings.
We gaze at each other, neither of us breathing. Her head tilts coquettishly while I take in her curves and lines. Her elegant neck and gently sloping shoulders. Her small, round breasts and tulip-pink nipples tightening in the cool air. The bend of her waist and the lush thickness of her thighs.
My scrutiny seems to excite her, and she reaches for me. “I can’t get the taste of you off my mind, Tiss. Ever since I licked your come off my fingers. But it wasn’t enough.” Her whisper is fierce as her hands move down my waist and hips, caressing my thighs and finally brushing my sex. “Lie back. I need you in my mouth before I come apart from craving you.”
I comply, gasping as her thumb slides up my cleft. “Shit,” I hiss, feeling how wet I am.
She pushes my trembling legs further apart, dipping her head between them.
The first long, hot stroke of her tongue sends my hands clutching the bedding. I shove my head back hard into the mattress as she kneads up from my opening, teasing my clit with agonizingly soft strokes.
Lightning shoots up my spine. “Sadrie, please,” I plead and push myself deeper into her mouth.
Drawing too-light circles with the tip of her tongue, she has me sighing and groaning in delectable frustration, already eager to unravel. I’m desperate, every muscle in my body tense, when she shifts from teasing to pleasuring me in earnest.
Pulling my throbbing bud into her mouth, she sucks and prods with the tip of her tongue. Heat spills through me, starting at the crown of my head and waterfalling down to clench in my lower belly.
Rapture builds and swells until it doesn’t have anywhere else to go. I convulse, straining not to cry out when my orgasm crests. Bliss overwhelms me until the only thing I’m aware of is the intense pleasure of her mouth and the sound of my own pulse rushing in my ears.
Caught up in my excitement, she squeezes my thighs and licks me through my climax until I pull away with a curse. My body goes limp as the ecstasy slowly dissipates, leaving an afterglow in its wake that bathes me in sweet listlessness.
She crawls onto the bed and drags me into her arms. Stunned but happy, a giggle bubbles out of me. She takes me in, one eyebrow arched.
My hands fly to my burning face. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Good,” she smiles. “I think I enjoyed having the element of surprise.”
“You?” I snort, even as the hungry beast inside of me rumbles—somehow still possessed of an unquenchable appetite. “Mm, I need to taste you, too,” I say and pull her close for a kiss.
I try to sit up when she breaks away, but she stops me.
“Don’t move a muscle,” she says, her voice husky. Her garter belt and panties are on the floor in seconds. She’s still wearing her stockings when she crawls up, positioning herself over me to straddle my face.
“Oh, hell,” I murmur as she lowers herself onto my mouth.
We both let out a groan, her body shuddering, thighs tensing on either side of my head, when her sopping wet pussy settles on my tongue. Unable to contain myself, I pull her more firmly down on top of me.
Holy shit. Her slick heat, her musky, slightly floral taste has desire racing between my legs all over again.
She holds her breath, her hips grinding while I lick and suck. Eyes briefly meeting mine, she grabs a handful of hair at thecrown of my head and squeezes. She takes her breast in the other hand, pinching and rolling one of her pretty nipples.
Her firm grip on my hair, the feel and taste of her filling my mouth, and the tantalizing view above me are driving me higher. My fingers slide down either side of my clit. I pinch and pull, like she did in the Archive, never stopping my mouth.
Her head rolls to the side. “Ohhh,fuck, Tiss,” she whimpers, riding my lashing tongue harder.
She chases her pinnacle, leaning forward to grab the headboard while her hips propel her. Skin flushing, she cries out and freezes in place. I moan into her, my tongue fluttering over her clit, encouraged by her trembling legs.
