I don’t know that I’d be able to stop kissing her if I wanted to.
Her hips lift off the bed, seeking friction. If I reach between her thighs, I bet I’d find her slick and ready. She’s so easy to rile up; I’m obsessed with the little sounds that come out of her mouth when I do something she likes.
Her hesitation seems to melt away the longer we kiss, which was my goal. I want her to be pliant and relaxed. I can’t make her anxiety go away, but maybe I can help her mind go blank, just for a little while.
The only worry I want on her mind is if she can give me another orgasm.
I pull back, a smile tugging at my lips at the way she chases me. Her big blue eyes blink up at me through dark, coated lashes as I trace her swollen lips with my thumb.
“Let’s see if I remember how to make you come undone forme,” I rasp, tracing a path down her soft skin with my lips. I have to fight the urge to mark her, to claim her.
She’s not mine forever, only for tonight. That’s how we both want it, and I’m not going to go against it, even if there’s part of me that wants to.
When I get to her perfect breasts, I trace my tongue around one stiff peak. Juniper gasps and arches into my mouth, her hand cupping the back of my head. I switch, sucking her other nipple into my mouth while my fingers dance down her side. My groans vibrate against her chest as I stop to knead her hips, the supple skin molding beneath my hands.
Fuck. I love her curves.
They’re one of the first things that drew me to her three years ago, and they’ve had me in a chokehold since I saw her again. I spent my free time wondering how they’d feel against me, underneath my fingertips.
Her body is a map of hills and valleys; I could spend forever exploring and never get bored. The silvery stretch marks remind me of rivers on a map. I want to follow each one with my tongue. I want to feel her thick thighs squeeze my head as she rides my face.
The thought of her smothering me with her pussy has my own pulsing with arousal. I need it more than I need air.
“Sit on my face,” I say as I pull away from her and maneuver to lie down.
“What?”
“I know you heard me. I want you to ride my face.”
I can see the protest on the tip of her tongue, and I wait, ready to give her a million reasons why she shouldn’t worry, but she doesn't argue.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says as she kneels up on the bed. “Do I just…”
“Come here.” I grip her hips and help her get settled so she’s hovering above me. Her pussy glistens, and the smell of her arousal ramps up my own. “Put your pussy on my face.”
Juniper lowers enough that my lips barely brush against her labia. I huff out a soft laugh, tugging her down until my tongue can swipe up her slit. She gasps, settling her hands on the headboard and pressing herself harder against my face.
Fuck yes.
I don’t waste time teasing her, not when I’m desperate to feel her come on my tongue. I lap at her clit with slow, intentional motions, homing in on the way her body reacts. The jolt of her hips when I apply a certain amount of pressure, the way her breath hitches when I dig my fingers into the meat of her thighs, the moans bursting out of her when I suck her clit into my mouth.
I can tell she’s already close by the way she grinds herself harder against me, searching for the orgasm I’m more than eager to give her. All my focus is on bringing her pleasure. I want to make Juniper shatter more than I want to breathe.
I slide two fingers into her entrance with ease, and the responding moan I get when I find that sensitive spot inside her is the best kind of song. Pumping slowly, I alternate between sucking her clit and circling it with the tip of my tongue, winding her higher and higher.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whines. “I’m so close, Addison,please.”
Correction: my name slipping past her lips, all breathy and desperate, is the best kind of song. The kind I wish I could record so I can play it back to remember this moment with her.
I can’t respond with my mouth full of her cunt, but I show I’m listening by pumping my fingers slightly faster, making sure I rub along her G-spot with every pass. Her walls pulse, and she curses under her breath. Her thighs tense around my head. She’s coming, flooding my mouth with the evidence of her orgasm.
Juniper lifts herself off my mouth, and I immediately miss her warmth and the scent of her surrounding me. But then she’s kissing me with an urgency that wasn’t there before. She can clearly taste herself, which seems to spur her on to deepen the kiss. It’s messy as her tongue twists against mine.
When she finally pulls away, I notice how flushed her face is. Her sapphire eyes are glassy, pupils blown. She doesn’t quite look properly fucked, but I’ll get her there. Eager to watch her come for me again, I trace one finger from the apple of her cheek, down her neck, over the swell of each breast, and circle her belly button before descending to her pussy.
She shocks me when she holds my wrist and halts my hand. Is she done already? One orgasm was enough for her, and now she wants to send me on my way? I’m not ready for the night to be over yet. I’ve barely scratched the surface of my appetite for her, and I don’t want to stop until we’re both satisfied.
One night won’t be enough.
