I look up at her and smirk. “You’re still cold, aren’t you?”
She nods.
I set her phone and my knife down in the seat next to her before sliding my hands up her thighs and gripping the waistband of her pants and underwear. She gasps when I expose her to the cold, but she lifts her hips to make it easier.
“Dante, we shouldn’t be doing this up here,” she says shakily, looking around.
I chuckle. “Baby, we’re so high up here that no one can even see us. And they won’t hear us if you’re quiet,” I tease, knowing I’ll have her screaming in a minute. “Just relax.”
She lets out a breath and nods, leaning back and spreading her legs like a good girl.
My cock hardens in my pants, but I ignore the need to plunge myself inside of her before I get a chance to taste that sweet pussy of hers again.
I lift the bottom of her shirt just enough to expose the blue jewel in her navel and press a soft kiss to it before letting my tongue drag down her stomach to the apex of her thighs. Flattening my tongue over her clit, I lick her in one long, torturously slow swipe. Essence’s head tips back as she lets out the most beautiful moan.
I groan as her sweetness coats my tongue; she’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever fucking tasted.
She raises one of her hands to thread through my hair, and the other grabs my knife off the seat beside her, handing it to me.
Her hooded, lust-filled eyes never leave mine as I take the knife from her and dig the tip of the blade into the soft flesh of her thigh.
I hesitate, knowing exactly what she wants and teasing her.
“Please,” she breathes, chest heaving.
That’s all I wanted to hear.
Smirking, I continue licking her sweet clit while picking at her skin with the knife. She flinches with each prick, andI consider stopping to avoid hurting her, but her moans of pleasure let me know I’m doing everything right.
She grips my hair harder and pulls my face closer to her dripping wet sex. Her hips grind beautifully against my mouth.
“Dante,” she moans breathlessly. Her head is tipped back again, and her back is arched, which gives me a nice view of her braless nipples poking through the thin fabric of her shirt.
I use my free hand and shove two of my fingers inside her slick heat, feeling around for that sensitive spot. She gasps when I find it, so I keep the pad of my finger there, driving her almost to climax.
Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, and she grabs my wrist to stop me, but I bite her hand until she pulls away.
“Asshole,” she whimpers. Her legs are already shaking, but I don’t want her to come yet.
I pull my fingers out of her and drag my thumb down her slit until I reach the tight, puckered hole of her ass. She gasps again and tries to close her legs but I use my elbows to keep them spread.
“No one has ever touched me there before,” she says. Worry clouds her face.
“Don’t worry, baby. I promise you’ll like it,” I say gently, and she visibly relaxes at my tone.
I wait until she’s ready, and when she nods, I resume licking her clit to keep her stimulated. She’s so wet that I don’t even need to spit on her hole for lubrication, so I just wet my thumb with it and swirl it over her ass before gently pressing in.
Essence tenses, so I catch her clit between my teeth and drag them over the little bud. She covers her mouth to stifle her screams. She’s so wound up, on the verge of tipping over the edge.
I continue my invasion of her ass until the place where my thumb connects to my palm is resting against her butt cheek. Despite the chill, sweat covers her face and thighs, and her shirt is starting to stick to her body.
“God,” she breathes, gripping the side of the pod’s wall until her knuckles turn white. I grin as I continue to eat her out with fervor, savoring the sweet taste of her.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers right before she comes. She’s a screaming, shivering, writhing mess as her orgasm overtakes her. I pull my thumb out of her ass and grip her thighs tightly to keep her in place. My tongue continues to torture that bundle of nerves between her legs until she can’t take it anymore.
“Stop! Please, Dante, stop!” she begs, tears streaming down her face.
A part of me wants to keep going to see how far I can push her, but I want her on my cock.
