“What do you want?” I asked, blowing on her slit. She was so damn wet my breath against all her inviting dampness had to feel amazing.
She moaned. “More.”
I licked her folds. She moaned again, and I decided that was my new favorite sound, loving it even more than her laughter. Dipping my tongue into her folds again, I circled her clit.
“Oh, God.”
Flattening my tongue, I licked through her tempting folds before attacking her clit again. She raised her ass off the bed, silently asking me for more, but I wasn’t even close to finished playing. I sucked on her clit and circled my thumbs around her entrance, occasionally dipping into her wetness.
“More,” she said again.
Spreading her legs even wider, I licked my way down to her pussy before plunging inside. She gasped, her body stiffening. I don’t know what she was so embarrassed about, because Carly was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. Rolling her flavor around on my tongue, I climbed back up her body and kissed her. She hesitantly opened her mouth to me, and I licked her tongue, giving her a taste, before pulling back so I could see her reaction.
“You taste fuckin’ amazing,” I said before lowering my face to her pussy to get more.
I feasted until I felt her walls tightened around my tongue. Then I dunked two fingers inside and curved them to hit her g-spot. She squirmed and bucked, taking my fingers deeper as I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue.
Eyes half-lidded, she threw her head back, fisting the sheets as she continued to thrash. “Fuck! God! Holy Christ! Motherfuckin’ shit!”
I dug in, licking and sucking harder. Her climax was so intense, I almost came from watching her. That question about her ears ringing made me wonder if she’d ever had an orgasm before. Regardless, I planned to give her plenty more to make up for it. I hadn’t been lying about how amazing her pussy felt, and I couldn’t wait to get back inside her.
Sprawled across the bed with her eyes closed, still breathing heavily, Carly looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet.
“How you doin’ there,” I asked with a chuckle as I climbed up her body.
“I think you killed me,” she mumbled.
“Dead people don’t talk.”
She opened one eye, peeking at me. “You put me in a coma, then.”
I trailed my hand up the inside of her thigh. “Nope. People in comas don’t talk either.”
“That felt amazing, Wasp. Thank you.”
I’d made a lot of girls come in my life, but none of them had thanked me. “My pleasure, sweetheart.”
“Pleasure?” she asked. “Really? How is that pleasurable for you when you got nothing out of it?”
I grabbed her hand and put it on my stiff dick. “Trust me, I enjoyed it. There’s nothing sexier than watching you lose control like that. Your language got a little colorful there at the end.”
She blushed. “Yeah, sorry about that.”
I leaned over her. “Never apologize for enjoying yourself. Not with me.”
Her gaze drifted down to my cock. “Looks like you have a problem there. What are you planning to do with that thing?”
“Why? Do you have something in mind?”
She licked her lips. “Can I… Uh… Try to…”
“If you wanna suck me off, you never have to ask. I’d love to see those lips wrapped around my cock.”
Lying on my back, I watched her expression change as she worked through some sort of internal battle.
“Have you never done this before?” I asked.
“I was a little busy surviving, so there were several things about the high school experience I missed out on. Then Trent came along and… Short answer: no.”
