My tongue flattens as I lick a firm stripe up her center, gathering her taste on my tongue. Sweet and musky and addictive. Her legs clamp together, locking me in place, and I moan against her, devouring her.
She cries out, reaching forward to tug on my hair, pushing her perfect pussy into my face.
I worship her, licking and stroking and sucking until she’s a whimpering mess underneath me.
Sliding two digits inside her, I curl them just right, rubbing her sweet spot as I circle my tongue around her clit.
“Yes! Just like that!” she cries.
I obey, rubbing and pumping in and out of her sopping core until she’s bucking. Pulling out, I drag her juices lower—down between her cheeks, spreading it over her tight little hole until she’s glistening for me there too.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp, smearing her arousal over her arse, getting it nice and ready.
“More,” she begs, rocking her hips.
I press a finger against her arse, slowly easing it in. She gasps as I latch my mouth onto her pussy, jamming my tongue into her, fucking her with it while I loosen her arsehole.
She’s losing her mind. Crying out and clenching around me like she’s unable to stop. And then she explodes, my name tearing from her throat like it’s the only word she remembers.
I don’t stop—Ican’t. I tongue her deeper, reveling in the feel of every flutter and squeeze of her hot channel as she falls apart around me. We’re both making the filthiest, sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.
Her voice cracks as she rides out her release before her body tremors and jolts, overwhelmed with sensation. I pull back just enough to see her beautiful face—cheeks flushed, eyes glossy, lips swollen, as if she’s been biting them.
I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. And when she slides down my body and gives it back to me with just as much hunger, I’m done for.
Speechless.
After the delicious worshipping of each other’s bodies and the raw honesty we’ve shared today, I can’t imagine surrendering to another’s touch again. I don’t want to.
“Have breakfast with me tomorrow,” I say, knowing that just having her tonight isn’t going to be enough. I surprise myself with how much I need her to say yes.
“Breakfast? That would require you to sleep over. We have work tomorrow,” she says, and I can hear the caution in her voice.
“I know. I’ll work from home. No one will know.” Her skin pebbles as I stroke her back, keeping my touch light.
“You know how I feel about sleepovers,” she whispers, her wariness now gone.
“Would you change your mind if I told you we didn’t need to sleep?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“And what exactly would you suggest we do instead?”
I smile against her skin, rolling her onto her back and kissing my way down her body. “I have a few ideas.”
She lifts her arm, pretending to check an imaginary watch. “Hmm. I’ve got someone else coming over in ten minutes. You should probably go.” Her mouth curves into a beaming smile.
I tickle her sides until she bursts out laughing, squirming beneath me. “Take that back.”
“Never!” she squeals between giggles.
When I finally release her, we both go still, studying each other. Our laughter fades.
“Fine,” she whispers.
I arch an eyebrow in question.
“You can stay.”
When she parts her legs for me, I show her just how grateful I am.
