“You can wipe it on my shirt if you want.” Kiera hastily grabbed the corner of her oversized tee and lifted it toward my fingers, but I pulled back before she could wipe them.
“And waste this?” I parted my fingers, letting the threads of it spread in the moonlight.
Her blush deepened. “Do you… like it?”
I cocked my head, a soft laugh bubbling past my lips. “Of course I do. Have you not…?”
Kiera shook her head. “The guys I’ve dated always thought it was kind of gross. I could barely get them to do it, let alone… look forward to it.”
Something dark burned inside my chest at the thought of anyone not cherishing Kiera. She was a goddamn miracle, and she didn’t deserve to be tolerated — she should be exalted.
“Well, those guys are fucking stupid,” I murmured, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone. “And if you’d make me so lucky, I’d love to get another taste of you.”
Her gaze flicked to mine, nervousness and excitement crashing against each other in her gaze. “Really?”
Nodding, I kissed her jawline and then her neck, working my way down over her t-shirt. “It would be my pleasure.”
As my kisses trailed lower, I shifted my thigh from between her legs, bringing her feet down gently to the floor before sinking to my knees. She was a vision towering over me, curls cascading down her shoulders.
The baggy t-shirt caressed the swells and curves of her body, teasing me with just enough of the curvaceous body beneath to make me fantasize about ripping the shirt in two. My hands slid up her bare legs, feeling the goosebumps rise as I let my fingers sink into her hips and ass. Her head tilted back, opening her soft, vulnerable throat to the ceiling as her nipples hardened under the cotton shirt.
She was everything I could have asked for and then some.
Using my teeth to lift the hem of her shirt, I slid my fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and guided them down her legs. By the time they pooled on the floor at her feet, I could see just how excited she was.
I’ll be pocketing those for later.
But before I could worry about dessert, there was the main course, dripping and writhing in front of me, desperate for a release that only my tongue could provide.
And I was eager to provide. Letting her shirt bunch against my face, I leaned forward, tracing my tongue through her folds in one, long sweep. Nothing — not the ruined panties or my soaking wet fingers or the cries she’d been biting back — could have prepared me for the feast waiting between her legs.
“Mmmmph.” She exhaled through her nose, biting her lip hard to keep her whine at bay as I pressed back toward her entrance, curling my tongue before dragging it back toward herclit. Each flick of my tongue opened her legs wider until her hands had to drop to my head and shoulders for support.
Murmuring my assent against her clit, I couldn’t help but smile as she tangled her fingers into my hair, sending shivers through my scalp and spine and core with each tug.
She tasted salty and sweet with a perfect undercurrent of musk. It was so good I could hardly focus on what I was doing. Technique fell to the wayside, replaced by a need to devour her completely and utterly.
Pressing my tongue deeper, I dipped the tip into her entrance, feeling it tighten ever so slightly around me. She was dripping all over my face, hips grinding involuntarily to relieve the pressure in her clit.
Feeling her need, I pushed two fingers into her and pulled my tongue back toward her clit, circling it broadly as she stuttered and shook against my mouth. Peeking up, I saw that one of her hands had released from my hair and was instead clamped against her mouth, keeping the deep groans building in her throat from spilling out into the hallway.
Such a good girl.
I had half a mind to reach up and pull her hand away, to hear her loose control, consequences be damned. But there would be time for that later. Right now, I was going to give Kiera the best damn orgasm of her life if it killed me.
Between the steady sweeps over her bud, I could hardly catch a full breath, but it didn’t matter. On my knees, face glistening with pleasure, with this beautiful woman on top of me would be the perfect way to die.
When her grip on my hair moved from light tugs to deep pulls, I knew she was close. Slipping my free hand up her shirt to play with her nipple, I kept the pressure between her legs steady. The swell of excitement I felt as her breaths grew shallower, more fevered, was enough to bring me close to the edge myself.
Come on, baby. Come for me.
And as if she could read my mind, she did just that. Pulling on my scalp hard enough to make searing pain bloom, she bit into the back of her own hand as a second orgasm ripped through her center. I didn’t dare stop, not as another gush of excitement dripped from her pussy, not until she let her body fall slack, tapping my shoulder weakly to stop.
And it took everything in me to stop. A taste of her hadn’t been enough. I needed the whole goddamn feast. I wanted to make her come like that until her body gave out completely, until it broke her.
Soon. I told myself as I sat back on my heels, bringing my hands to her hips to help hold her up. “You okay, Bunny?”
Her eyes were glassy as she nodded at me, breaths coming in shaky, shallow gulps. She looked like she could barely hold up her own weight, so I guided her to sit on the floor with me, wrapping my arms tight around her waist as I pulled her into my chest. “Come here, I’ve got you.”
