Blair whimpers. There’s my answer. I do it again, testing the limits and going a touch further. I move my hands down the back of her legs, scratching, before I place soft kisses up her ass, near the fabric.
As I kiss and nibble, she lifts her hips a little off the bed. Noted.
I reach forward, grabbing her hips and lift her up and towards me. “Get on all fours for me, baby.”
She does what she’s told, and the new angle has me kissing, licking, touching closer. Her body moves and pushes against me—she likes it.
“Such a good girl. Do you want me to take these off?” I hook a finger at the top of her thong, pulling it up and away from her body—changing the pressure of the fabric on her clit.
Moaning, she says, “Yes.”
I pull them down until they’re stretched between her knees. When her ass is bare, I sit up and push my erection into her… near her hole. Blair whines when I touch her, even though there is fabric between us. I grab her ass with both hands and ask, “Has anyone ever had you here?” I press my thumb onto her sensitive hole, just enough pressure so she knows what I mean, and she shivers.
“No,” she says out of breath. But needy. Wanting.
“Would you like that? Me kissing you. Licking you. Fucking you in this tight little hole?” I press a little further, to see her reaction.
Her head turns, and then she’s looking at me, “Yes. Fuck, yes,” she practically cries out.
I remove my finger and give a soft kiss to a cheek, “Not today, baby. But soon, I’m going to claim that spot, only for me. You got it?”
“Yes. Ty.”
Without warning, I plunge my tongue in her entrance, tasting her wetness. I swirl my tongue and then lick all the way, close to her hole, but retreating before crossing that line. When I do it again, Blair whimpers when I retreat. My beard grazes the inside of one of her thighs and she says, “I love your beard. The way it prickles my skin.”
A devilish grin spreads on my lips, one only I can feel.
“If you love it so much, why don’t you sit on it?”
Twenty-Eight
Blair
“Whatdidyoujustsay?”
“You heard me. Take those panties off and get over here,” Tyson commands as he lays on the bed, head on the pillows like he’s waiting for me. His hands go behind his head and a tiny blip of nervousness hits me.
I do what he says and then crawl on the bed, kneeling between his legs.
“Don’t make me beg,” he teases.
“I might be too heavy. I don’t want to like… suffocate you,” I say, letting my insecurity out in the open.
Tyson sits up, brows knitted together. “Baby, I’m a professional athlete. I can lift your entire body weight. Believe me, you’re not too heavy. And suffocating while eating you out? Talk about a good way to go.” He smirks, laying back, and his confidence is contagious.
There’s a pool of need thrashing low in my belly, desperate for him.
Before I can let my brain bully me into anything else, I slowly crawl up, grabbing the headboard with my fingers. I go to lower myself on his face but his hands grab my thighs and pull me to him.
“Oh!” A startled sound creeps out of my mouth. I’ve never done this before and even though he’s reassuring me that this is what he wants, doubt still lingers.
Then he touches me with his tongue. He’s at my entrance, moaning when he tastes me, and he licks all the way up to my clit. Slow. Steady. Patient.
A moan falls from my lips, my hands gripping the headboard.
His tongue is flat on me when I gently move my hips. I move enough to feel his beard on me, the friction that inches me closer to my orgasm. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. The softness of his tongue, paired with the roughness of the skin around his mouth is fucking unreal.
I feel the doubt fall from me, the want for more taking its place. Ty’s fingers dig into my thighs as he works me. His tongue laps at me, long and slow, and I swear I feel him moan into me.
