Her hands slide up my back, fingertips tracing the lines of muscle, tugging me closer until I can feel the full warmth of her body pressed against mine. The kiss deepens, turns hungrier. Her lips part, inviting, and the small sound she makes when I answer the invitation nearly undoes me.
“Aric,” she says again. My name comes out a whisper—half gasp, half plea.
And I never want to make her beg.
So I shift my weight onto one forearm, holding myself above her, and reach down with my other hand. When I slip my fingers under her dress to caress her bare thigh, she catches her breath.
While my fingers climb higher, I trail kisses across her neck, tasting her skin. She tilts her head to the side, sighingwhen I find the spot just below her ear. And just barely, she widens her thighs for me, letting me slide my hand higher, until I can cup her heat in my palm.
Immediately, she moans. And I haven’t even really started touching her yet.
I start by massaging her with my wide palm, and when I pull back slightly to look at her face, I see that she’s closed her eyes, her mouth open with a silent breath.
“Did you like how I touched you before?” I whisper.
“Mm-hmm.” She doesn’t open her eyes. But her panties grow wet beneath my hand, making my cock leap again, displeased at being confined in my trousers.
Not yet, I tell myself.Wait a little longer.
Gently, I ease her panties to one side, and now I can feel how slick and hot she is. I push one finger into her tight pussy, and webothgroan. But as I slowly thrust my finger into and out of her, she opens her eyes to look up at me.
“Can you...” In the light from the floating candles, I can see the way pink paints her cheeks and neck.
“Can I what?” I ease my finger from her pussy and swirl it around her clit, making it slick. “You can tell me what you want. I want to give you what you want.”
She bites her lip, then glances away from me, then back. She’s getting her courage up, I think. I touch her a bit more, letting her take whatever time she needs.
Finally, she whispers, “Can you... use your mouth?”
My trouser seam almost splits.
Oh, fuck.
She wants me to eat her out. And now Ireallywant to.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She’s staring up at me, bottom lip trapped between her teeth again, and I realize I haven’t answered her yet. She’s starting to look even more embarrassed. And there’s no way I’m saying no.
“Come here,” I say, reaching down and wrapping my arm around her waist so I can flip us over—me on the ground and her on top of me. With her knees spread wide on either side of me, she braces her hands on my chest, blinking, leaves still caught in her hair.
“Wh-what—”
“You’re going to sit on me.”
At her confused look, I clarify.
“On my face.”
Her eyes widen. “I-I don’t know if I—”
“You can. Just be careful of my tusks. This way, you can control how much you want. You hold all the power here, okay?”
She closes her lips and nods once, looking unsure, but still, she shimmies up the length of my body until she can position her knees on either side of my head.
“Hold your panties aside. And when you’re ready, put that pussy right on my mouth.”
She bites her lip again—I’m starting to wonder if she’s doing it on purpose to rile me up—then reaches under her dress and moves her cotton panties aside. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, but she still shifts into position, then takes a deep breath and settles her wet pussy right onto myface.
