When I pulled away, we were both panting, her eyes already dilated and her sweet lips slightly swollen.
As I slowly dropped to my knees, she placed her other hand on top of my head. Her mouth was twisted, the nerves on edge, but I sensed she wanted nothing more than what we were sharing. I pushed her legs open wide before rolling the palms of my hands up from her muscular calves to her thighs. The scent of her longing was driving me wild.
The second I pinched her clit, she slapped one hand over her mouth as if to keep from screaming. Goddamn, there was nothing I’d like to hear more than the sound of her sultry voice calling out my name. She wiggled, the action pushing her pussy closer to my face.
“Oh, you’re so bad. So… bad.” Her laugh was deep and she briefly rose onto her toes.
She was wet, her inner thighs slickened, I dragged my tongue along the inside of one then the other while she shuddered in my hold.
I inhaled her sweet perfume and pushed a single finger inside. Her muscles clamped around the thin invasion and I could only imagine the feeling of her pussy gripping my dick. I continued to roll the rough pad of my thumb around her clit, slowly lifting my gaze to catch her reaction.
Her eyes were half closed, her lips forming a perfect O. While there was little more that I hungered for than having her wet mouth wrapped around my cock, I craved her sweet pussy more.
“Oh. Oh…”
Every moan fueled the desire until it raged deep inside of me.
When I added a second finger, flexing them open to stretch her, she bucked hard against my hand. The move was so damn sexy my breath skipped.
Her hand slowly fell to my shoulder, clinging to me as if fearful she would fall. I blew across her wetness until she moaned before adding a third and fourth finger. As I pumped gently, I watched her every reaction and the way her body strained as pleasure rolled through her.
I wanted her to come. I craved having my fingers and tongue covered with her sweet juice. My actions became rougher as I thrust hard and deep.
She jutted her hips forward again, tossing her hair as she panted. The sound was as beautiful as the woman herself.
I darted my tongue around her clit several times. She tasted like sweet cherries in the spring, ripe and juicy. As I sucked on hertender bud, she laughed nervously. I could easily spend hours just hearing her sighs.
My entire body remained tense as I shifted my tongue so I could lick all the way down her sweet pussy. I rolled my thumb around her clit to keep it ultra-sensitive as I feasted on her, taking my time to savor every drop.
Licking her could become a powerful art that I never wanted to end.
Her moans became louder, her trembling turning into shaking. She was close, so close. I continued licking until I sensed a climax ready to rush into her.
“Come for me, Wildcat. I want you to come on my tongue.”
Her moans were even louder. “I can’t. I’ve never…”
I could tell her admittance shocked her. I lifted my head, studying her beautiful face.
“Then the fuckers you’ve been with are idiots.” How could a woman so goddamn beautiful have never had a man who took the time to learn her body and her needs?
I was furious from the thought. No wonder she wasn’t interested in love.
After I blew air across her pussy, she shook her head. “Look at me.”
“Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
She opened one eye at a time, her chest rising and falling while the sweet blush I’d seen before curved up from the long line of her neck to her cheeks.
I gripped both legs, burying my face for a few additional seconds. “You will have an orgasm. With me. Now.” I’d never taken as much time with a woman as I did with her. As soon as I sucked on her clit again, she tensed. When I dragged the tip of my tongue all the way down her pussy, she half laughed.
She was sweet putty in my hands. I brought her to the edge and backed down several times until she was panting and her entire body was shaking.
“Come for me, Vanessa.”
Whether my command was the reason, or she simply couldn’t hold back any longer, her body began to shake violently as she released. Now all ten fingers were gripping my shoulders, her nails tearing at my skin.
