He knows so much more about this than I do.
I reach forward, dragging two of my thick fingers through her slick and pressing against her entrance.
“Show me...”
“Show you?” She asks, her chest heaving as she blinks down in confusion.
“Your clit.”
Her ears flush with her embarrassment.
“You—you want me to show you?” She squeaks out. “Do you—have you never?—“
“I haven’t,” I say, my jaw working as I stare at her intently.
“Never?”
Instead of the judgmentor disgust on her face, she honestly seems surprised.
“That’s okay,” she says, offering me a reassuring smile. “Here.”
Her hand trails its way down her body, pressing againsther lower stomach before her fingertips swirl around the apex of her slit, around a little nub of flesh.
I offer a nod of understanding.
It’s the only warning she gets before I’m pushing my fingers inside her pussy and pressing a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss onto her clit.
Her head falls back against the mirror with a thud.
A strangled whine leaves her chest as I suck her clit into my mouth.
Ah, so that’s what Ash was talking about.
I continue pumping my fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm to the movements of my mouth.
She makes this noise at the back of her throat, halfway between a moan and a whimper, whenever I curl my fingers a certain way. I’m so soaked in her slick and perfume that it’s hard to tell the difference between when she likes something and doesn’t, so I focus on the noises she’s making.
The noises simultaneously have me throbbing in my sweatpants.
I’ve never been this hard before.
Ever.
I thought I was as hard as I could get with her wiggling on my lap while we were eating cake.
I was wrong.
Eatingheris so much better.
“Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, I’m—I’m going to?—“
Her hands clench into fists, tangling in my hair. My scalp burns, but I don’tcare.
Her thighs clamp around my head. Her pussy clamps around my fingers. Her clit throbs in my mouth.
And she falls apart.
All the muscles in her body lock up.
