I lick her softly at first, but soon I’m lapping at her folds like a man starved.
She cries out, her hands flying to my hair, entangling with it, pulling, yanking as I eat her, my tongue flicking over her clit, teasing her entrance before plunging back in.
I ease a finger inside her.
She’s tight. So fucking tight.
I curve my finger and explore inside, finding that velvet spot, which I know will make her come.
Her legs tremble as I gently stroke her G-spot.
“Lucian.”
“Call mecaro,” I insist.
“Caro,” she whispers.
I can feel her body tightening, her orgasm building as I suck on her clit. I have two fingers inside her tight hole, stretching her open.
She’s so warm. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside her.
But not tonight. This is about her. And me.
Because getting her off is erotic as fuck.
I want to see her come. I want to hear her call mecarowhen she does. I want her to shatter on my bed.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate.
She’s so close, I can feel it. My tongue circles her clit faster, my fingers pumping into her harder.
Finally, she comes undone.
Her back arches off the bed as she cries out. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rips through her.
I don’t stop stroking her until she’s limp, trembling, quivering with aftershocks.
I crawl up her body and settle over her.
I begin to pump my hips against her wetness.
She tries to take my clothes off.
“No, baby. Not tonight.”
She looks forlorn.
I kiss her.
“I want to, but you’re untouched. We’ll take it slow.”
These were words I never thought I’d say to a woman.
“Let me do this.”
I hump against her, watching her.
I come in my pants like the teenager I’d never been.
