“It destroyed me seeing you going out looking like this.” My finger strokes along the edge of her dress, lightly brushing against her cleavage. She lifts her hands, as if to start removing her clothing. “No, let me. I want to unwrap my gift.”
Slowly, I slide the lace sleeves of her dress down her arms, revealing her piece by piece to my desperate gaze. Her dress pools at her waist, showcasing her flawless tits with their pebbled nipples. My head dips and takes a perfect light-pink peak into my mouth. Her delicious flavor floods my taste buds. I groan my approval as her hands find my hair again and pull.
My hands push her dress the rest of the way down her body, leaving her in nothing but the most ridiculous fuck me heels. I lift her onto the edge of the bed and push on her chest, flattening her to the mattress.
“Spread those legs for me, baby girl, let me see my cunt.” Her eyes fly to mine on a gasp.
Oh baby, you haven’t heard anything yet.
Her legs spread, exposing her beautiful, bare cunt.
“Did you shave this for me?”
“I… errr… I wax,” she mumbles.
“Why? Who is this bare for, baby?” I can feel the animal inside me raging at the thought of anyone else seeing her like this, of her preparing herself for another man.
“No one. I– I like it, it feels better.”
“Better for what?”
She throws her arm over her eyes and groans. “Reed,” she whines. I pull her arm away and lean into her, my eyes mere millimetres from her own.
“Better for what?” I demand.
“When-” she gulps. “When I make myself come.”
Good girl.
“Show me.”
“No,” she gasps.
“I wasn’t asking, baby. Now, show me.” The fingers of her right hand slowly slide down her body, hovering over her clit. She looks at me before touching herself, testing how serious I am.
Very.
Her middle finger lowers to that slippery little nub and gently rubs in circles. My eyes don’t leave hers as I reach for the buttons on my shirt and strip it off. She follows my fingers as they make their way to the buckle of my belt and I shuck my jeans and briefs in one move.
She’s stopped what she’s doing to focus on me, her gaze riveted to my cock. I raise my eyebrow at her, silently telling her to continue but she can’t fully relax, she’s too self conscious about what she’s doing. We’ll have to work on that, I plan on her giving me lots of shows in the future.
I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed, bringing me eye level with her glistening pussy. Taking her finger, I bring it to my lips, sucking her essence from it. Fuck, she tastes so sweet. I lean in and inhale her scent. I’m already addicted to her. My tongue flattens and licks her from slit to clit and her flavor floods my tongue.
“Fuck, baby, you taste amazing,” I groan into her as I repeat the motion.
“Pineapple,” she moans.
“What?” I laugh against her.
“I eat it — pineapple. It’s meant to make you taste better.”
“I’ll buy you all the fucking pineapple in the world if this is the result.” My tongue focuses on her clit as I slide two fingers straight into her. She cries out at the fullness and her clit throbs under my tongue. It’s not going to take long for her to come.
I double down on my efforts, curving my fingers to hit that spot inside her and pulling that tight little bundle of nerves into my mouth, massaging her with my tongue.
Her legs start to shake and her head thrashes from side to side, my name a chant from those swollen red lips. Her pussy clenches around my digits as her release coats my tongue and I gladly swallow it down.
I climb onto the bed, hovering over her while pushing her up slightly so her head rests on the pillow.
