We fell together into the middle of the bed in a tangle of arms, legs, and greedy, needy mouths.
“Stay.” Heaving myself up, I pinned her arms to the bed and tried to untangle myself from her thighs. She held on even tighter. “Still.” Puffing out a breath, I fought against the urge to begin moving inside her again. It wouldn’t take me more than a few seconds before my cock would be steel hard again.
“Matteo…” Her eyelids fluttered and hid her beautiful brown eyes from me.
“There’s one thing I’ve always wanted to do to you, one thing I’vedreamed of.” Peppering kisses down her slim body, I placed kisses over both her breasts and then lower, kissing over the white stripes on her stomach. She sucked her stomach in, and I wanted to scream at her not to do that, but her pussy was suddenly right in front of my face.
Pink glistening folds, my cum dripping out of her and mixing with her own release like icing from a cake. I licked my lips, blowing a slow breath over her until she shivered.
“Matteo.”
Lowering myself, I parted her thighs further. My lips just an inch from her clit, I lifted my eyes to hers.
“Let me.”
“Let you do what?”
“This.” And then I sucked her clit into my mouth.
The taste of her exploded into my mouth, all sweet muskiness. I couldn’t help it, I groaned. My cock came bursting back into life and almost demanded to be buried back inside of her.
She tasted like…like…
Well, she tasted exactly how she smelled: heady and intoxicating. This was the kind of pussy that a man could easily get addicted to.
But hadn’t that always been the way it was? I'd been addicted to her for years, and no amount of time had dampened the overwhelming urge I had to make her mine.
Maybe not forever, because with our pasts, it just wasn’t doable, but right here and now, I could make her body mine.
I’d already made her cum, it was leaking out of her mingled with mine, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make her gush.
And I hadn’t been lying when I’d said I’d always wanted to taste her.
Flicking my tongue in sharp little movements against her clit, I felt her body tense and grinned against her.
She liked that.
Flattening my tongue, I swiped it up from her ass to her clit, parting her with my fingers so I could lap into her like a cat drinking cream.
Her cream, but mine as well.
“Matteo.” She called out my name in a husky moan, her fingers reached down to tangle in my hair. “That feels…”
She was so beautiful that sometimes it was easy to forget how she didn’t have much experience. The only man she had ever been with was me.
And I hadn’t gotten to do this to her six years ago, but I was going to make up for it now.
“You taste…”
I gave her another long lick before I plunged my tongue inside of her, and there was no more time for talking.
“Oh my God, Matteo.” Sophia’s back arched up off the bed, her head thrashing back and forth as I licked her from the inside out. Slowly, methodically, because I needed to find out what she liked.
Keeping her legs parted with one hand, I brought the other one to her breasts and squeezed. My eyes scanned over her face, and I made an appreciative sound in the back of my throat.
It was more than the taste of her, or even the feel of her. It was this. Again, my eyes scanned her face. It was the look of pure bliss and abandonment on her face that was driving me insane.
How could it be that she enjoyed everything I did to her?
