Pleasure shoots through me, my pussy throbbing.
I never knew my breasts were so sensitive. I’ve touched myself before, but it’s never compared to this.
Silver sucking at my breast and flicking it with his tongue.
My fingers grip at the comforter to bear the intensity of it. To withstand how damn good his mouth feels on me.
“God,” I breathe. “That… that feels sooo good.”
He answers by kissing his way down my stomach again, as if he’s memorizing every inch of my skin.
When he reaches my hips, he kisses one, then the other, and then his mouth finds the inside of my thigh again, higher this time.
Closer to where I’m aching for him.
He pauses, his breath warm against my skin, and looks up at me. “What do you want next, baby?”
There’s a challenge in his eyes.
An invitation.
A smile tugs at my lips despite the desperate need coiling tight in my belly.
“You haven’t kissed meeverywhereyet,” I tease.
He releases a low chuckle, recognizing what I mean. “Yes, ma’am. Lay back and relax. Let me show you what it’s like to be kissedeverywhere.”
His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties. He slowly drags them down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. When they’re gone, he settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pressing them apart.
Then he buries his face in my pussy and ends any thought I had on my mind.
His tongue is hot and persistent, tracing patterns on my most sensitive flesh that make my hips buck against his mouth.
He licks into me slowly at first, learning what makes me gasp and moan. His tongue goes from flicking against my clit to traveling my folds and then dipping inside me.
When he finds a spot that makes me writhe even harder, he focuses on it, so in tune with my every reaction.
He’s learning my body. Responding to what makes me respond.
Just when I think he’s settled on a technique, then he’s switching it up—he’s rotating his tongue counterclockwise or applying more pressure to how he sucks away at my clit.
It keeps me guessing. It keeps hot sparks of pleasure searing through me.
My whole body becomes a sensory slave to his ministrations, completely and totally at his mercy as he inflicts these incredible feelings on me.
The best feelings I’ve ever experienced. The most passionate and intense pleasure by way of his mouth.
He does eventually add fingers to the mix.
“Oh god—” I cry out, cutting myself off.
He’s slipped two inside me, still lapping away at my pussy with increasing enthusiasm. My fingers find his hair, gripping tight as he works me higher and higher.
His other hand grips my hips as if to hold me in place. My hips are gyrating against his face that much.
I’m suddenly desperate for more.
More of his magic tongue and fingers. His mouth that seems to know exactly what I need when I need it.
