"Can I keep it on?" I ask hesitantly, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
His expression softens, and he brushes my damp hair back from my face. "Yeah, baby girl, you absolutely can," he says without hesitation.
Before I can even thank him, he shifts me off his lap, positions me on the couch, and kneels between my legs. His hands slide up my thighs with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving mine as his fingers hook into the sides of mypanties.
With one swift, controlled motion, he rips the thin cotton, tearing it clean off one side. The sound of fabric tearing makes me gasp, a shot of heat rushing straight to my core. He pulls the wet cotton from between my legs, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply.
"Fuck," he groans, his eyes rolling back slightly. "You smell so fucking good."
He stuffs the ruined panties into his pocket like he's keeping them, and the possessive gesture makes me throb with need.
"Spread your legs wider for me," he commands, his voice rough with desire.
I obey, opening my thighs as he settles between them. His hot breath fans across my exposed pussy, making me shiver with anticipation.
"So fucking pretty," he murmurs, running one finger through my folds. "Already so wet for me."
I whimper as he collects my wetness on his finger, then brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean with a groan that vibrates through me.
"Even better than I remembered," he says, his eyes locked on mine as he lowers his head. "I'm gonna devour you."
The first touch of his tongue against my clit nearly sends me through the roof. It's soft and teasing, just a gentle flick that has me arching off the couch, my hands flying to his hair.
"Fuck!" I gasp, my thighs already trembling.
He chuckles against me; the vibration makes me moan. "We're just getting started. Hold on tight."
His hands grip my thighs, keeping them spread wide as he licks a long, slow path.
His tongue is everywhere. Swirling around, dipping inside me, then back up to flick that sensitive bundle of nerves that makes my legs shake.
He growls against me, the vibration shooting straight to my core. His hands move to my ass, gripping hard as he pulls me closer to his mouth, devouring me with an intensity that makes my head spin.
"You taste so fucking good," he mumbles against my pussy, his eyes looking up at me with a wild hunger. "Could eat this sweet cunt all day."
I can't help the way my hips buck against his face, seeking more of his tongue, more pressure, more everything. He responds by sucking my clit into his mouth; the pressure making me cry out.
"That's it," he encourages, his breath hot against my wet flesh. "Let me hear how good it feels."
My thighs start to tremble as he builds a rhythm, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit. Just when I think I'm about to come, he pulls back, his mouth glistening with my arousal.
Before I can process what's happening, he's sliding down onto the floor, lying flat on his back. He looks up at me with that cocky smirk, patting his chest.
"Come here," he commands. "I want those thighs on either side of my head."
I hesitate, suddenly feeling exposed despite still wearing my shirt. "I've never?—"
"I know," he cuts me off, his expression softening slightly. "Trust me. I've got you."
Taking a deep breath, I climb off the couch and straddle his chest, my knees on either side of his torso. His hands slide up my thighs, guiding me forward until I'm hovering over his face, my pussy inches from his mouth.
"That's it," he encourages, his hands moving to grip my ass. "Now lower yourself down."
I bite my lip, still hesitant. "What if I'm too heavy or?—"
He slaps my thigh hard, and the way his eyes cut through me tells me I should not have said that. He looks fucking insulted.
He pulls me down hard and all I feel is his mouth, his nose, his beard.
