I reward her admission with another swipe of my thumb, mouth-watering, while my other palm reaches out to grip Calla’s hip when she jolts from the mattress. “Messy girl.”
Pulling my thumb away, I pop the digit in my mouth, sucking the sweet taste of Calla from my flesh.
“Gimme a taste,” a sweet voice whines above me, hardly waiting for my answer before yanking my thumb out of my mouth and replacing it with her lips. I feed Calla my digit for a heartbeat, cupping her jawline with my other fingers and listening to her wet suckling right down to my knuckle before my sanitysnaps.
Smearing the mixture of saliva and slick across the corner of Calla’s lips and up to her cheekbone, I tighten my hold on her face.
“Watch.”
I gather the spit in my mouth, allowing it to pool before I spit it on Calla’s clit.
I don’t wait to watch it slide down her folds, instead leaning forward and burying my face between her legs without warning.
“Blake… fuck.”
My cock presses painfully against the confines of my trousers, my balls aching with each thump of my heartbeat, until I reach down with my left hand and give myself a rough squeeze.
Groaning into Calla’s hot wet flesh, I lick and suck one lip and then the other, probing her core with the tip of my tongue.
Peering upwards, I watch as Calla crosses her arms, pinches the hem of her top and pulls it over her head with ease. Fully naked, she falls back onto my bed, throwing one of her arms over her face while the other kneads at her now bare tit, strumming at the bud of her hard nipple.
God, I feel delirious, high on the taste of Calla on my tongue, mind numb with arousal.
“Never tasted something so fucking sweet,” I mutter into her pussy, wrapping my lips around her clit andsucking. “I could eat this pretty pussy every single day…”
Calla presses her hips into my face, urging me on. “You won’t hear me stopping you.”
“Good.” I release my cock to press open her thigh, opening her pussy up for me and then flattening my tongue to lick the entire length of her. “Might tie you to my bed so you can’t leave, and I can get my fill. Hm? Would you let me do that, sunshine?”
Calla doesn’t need to answer. I can feel her response in the tightening of her pussy, the way her hips jitter and jolt, wiggling from side to side.
“Blake,” she cries out. “God. You’re gonna make me—”
Re-upping my efforts, I quickly swipe my tongue back and forth over Calla’s clit, ignoring the ache beginning to throb in my tongue. I can practically taste how close she is.
Peeling my fingers from her hip, leaving behind four red oval shaped prints, I squeeze her neglected tit, cupping the slightly heavy weight of it in my palm.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Calla chants, tightening her thighs around my head. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Blake. I’m so close—”
She comes with a low moan, slick squirting out of her, wetly landing on my chin and the sheet beneath.
“That’s it.” I keep up my efforts, prolonging Calla’s orgasm for as long as she’ll let me. “Let it happen. Make a fucking mess for me, Calla.”
Profanities hoarsely dripping from her lips, she twitches, her pussy still rippling with aftershocks until she reaches down and pushes my head away.
I give her pussy one last lick – at least for tonight – before leaning back on my haunches, watching Calla close her legs and shiver.
Removing her arm from her face, she peers down at me, eyes half lidded with pleasure. “Come here, Blake.”
I bite back a pained groan as I stand, bones aching from kneeling upon the hard flooring, although it was worth every single fucking second to hear Calla’s moans of ecstasy and taste her fall apart of my tongue.
Crawling onto the bed, I nudge my hand against Calla’s bare hip.
“Kiss me.”
Who am I to say no?
Bending, I place my lips upon Calla’s, tilting my head to one side when she deepens our lip lock, sucking upon the tip of my tongue just as she had my thumb.
