I release my hold and look up at her. “Don’t move your legs.”
She nods and bites down on her bottom lip.
With one of my hands, I spread her, and she’s just as perfect as I imagined. “Look at you. You’re soaked. Marrying me make you wet, Cupcake?” I don’t wait for an answer.
At the first stroke of my tongue, her hips start to rise again, so I lift my head and set my other hand on her mound.
“Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to grab on to my head and push my face into this pretty pussy. And I want you to hold it there until you come. Do you understand?”
“Okay,” she whispers as she takes hold of my head with her hands.
Tentatively, she pushes my head back down to her center.
I can tell she wants me to take charge, and I will. But I also want her to learn what she wants and feel like she has some control. Most importantly, I want her to understand that I don’t just want her to feel good; I need her to feel everything.
As soon as she stops pushing and holds me in place, I get to work.
I run my tongue up and down, tasting and teasing her. Then I take her clit between my lips and suck hard, making her gasp. When I release it, I swirl my tongue around it to soothe the sting.
“Silas, do that again.” She’s practically panting.
I groan against her clit and continue licking and sucking. Then I move my hand from her mound and slide a finger inside her tight pussy, pumping in rhythm with my tongue.
“Oh God, Silas. I can feel it.” Her hips start to rock against my face.
I release her clit with a pop. “That’s a good girl. Give it to me. Soak my face with that sweetness.”
I pump my finger in and out faster, then add another finger and scissor them to stretch her a little more. I’m a big guy, and I don’t want to split her in half the first time we fuck.
She’s tightening around my fingers, so I know she must be getting closer.
I suck, lick, and swirl my tongue around her clit as her moans get louder.
Brooke’s hips are grinding and rocking against my face as her orgasm hits. “Silas! Fuck. Don’t stop.”
Not a fucking chance.
Now, my hair is cropped short, but she somehow manages to grab hold of some on the top and tugs as she reaches her peak. A shot of pain rushes through me and nearly makes me come too.
I can barely breathe, but I don’t stop until she releases her hold on my head.
When I do, I kiss my way back up her body and settle between her legs, grinding my dick against her center. I kiss her lips gently, but then she grabs my face and deepens it, slipping her tongue inside my mouth. She sucks on my tongue and rolls her hips. I can feel her pussy soaking my boxers.
When she pulls back from the kiss, she’s breathless. “Silas, that was …” She laughs and shakes her head. “I know for certain that’s never happened before.”
“Is it bad that that makes me happy?” I run a finger over her lips. “I want to be the only one who’s ever made you come.”
She kisses the tip of my finger. “Okay, that works for me. But I think we need to get those boxers off, so we can, you know …” she says, blushing.
“Fuck?” I smile wickedly.
“Yes, that.” She moves her hands from my face to my neck, then down my back.
“Take them off then.”
I don’t move from between her legs, but I twist my bodyenough for her to reach between us and tug my boxers low on my thighs. When she can’t reach further, she tucks her foot in between my legs and pushes them the rest of the way. Then I kick them off my feet.
When I roll my body back over hers, her silky cunt hugs my dick.
