“Every time you walked past me in the kitchen, do you know what I thought about?”
“No.”
“How badly I wanted to lick your cunt.” I widened my stance so I could get a little lower, and I lifted her feet and placed them on the edge of the counter, putting my face between her gorgeous thighs. “I dream about tasting you, Alivia. And every time I think about how you look when you come, my dick gets hard.” I moved her panties to the side and brushed my nose across the top of her clit. “Fuck me, that scent. It’s so perfect …”
“Walker!”
I wasn’t going to tease her.
I’d been tortured for weeks by not being able to touch her. The wait needed to come to a fucking end.
So, instead of licking around her whole pussy, kissing down the inside of her thighs, running my fingers through her wetness, my mouth went straight for her.
And I didn’t hold back.
I sucked on her clit, holding it between my teeth, and I flicked the front side with my tongue. And while I licked, I slipped a finger inside her.
The combo had her screaming, “Yes!”
The sound of her shouting was everything I was after. I wanted to make her feel so good that she’d forget she’d picked up plates from this same counter an hour ago. I wanted her so lost in pleasure that my movements were the only thing she could concentrate on.
Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her fingers diving into my hair and tightening around the locks.
She was almost there.
“Oh my God, I can’t!”
She was getting even closer.
My teeth released her, and I focused solely on the top of her clit, wedging my way in between, increasing my speed and pressure with each flick of my tongue. As my mouth massaged her, my finger tilted toward her stomach, adding more friction the faster I dipped.
I knew the combo would be enough.
And I was fucking right.
She unraveled before me, and it was the best fucking view I’d ever seen.
“Fuck!Meee!”
Her stomach shuddered, rippling with each moan, her nails piercing the top of my head. As I licked, I could see theorgasm bolting through her, and all that did was make me go faster.
“Don’t stop!”
I didn’t, not until I could tell she had turned sensitive, and even then, I dialed things down to a crawl, leaving the wetness but kissing my way around her clit.
“I’ll never get over how fucking good you taste.”
“I’ll never get over your tongue.” She smiled.
I dragged my mouth up her body, eventually aligning it with hers. “You can have it whenever you want.”
“I want it.”
“Again? Because I will?—”
“I want this.” She was cupping my dick over my boxer briefs. “Please, Walker. I need you.”
I didn’t bother slipping off her panties; I just tore them at the sides until they were shredded from her body and dropped them on top of our pile of clothes.
