A deep chuckle came from him as he shook his head.“No, it feels real fucking good.The sight of your hand around it …” He stopped and just grinned.“Put it between your big titties for me.I want to see that.Fuck knows I’ve imagined it enough.”
Not the first time I’d had a guy ask me to do this, but it was the first time the request made my clit pulse.Jesus, this man was lethal.While sitting on the bed, I straightened, and he stepped closer.This time, his hand covered mine.We both held his hard length as he ran the head over one nipple, then the other.
“Mmm,” he said before letting go and cupping both my breasts in his hands.
I leaned in and directed his length between my breasts while he pressed them together, cradling it.
“Goddamn, that’s the prettiest fucking sight,” he said.
My eyes shot up to his to see him looking at me.
“It’s like titty-fucking an angel.”His eyes went back to where we were connected, and he began to move between them.“An angel with big, beautiful tits.”
A small laugh escaped me.
“Yeah, keep blushing like that.You’ll have me unloading all over your face, sweet girl.Be careful.”
That should be a threat.But the image of it inspired the wickedness in my soul I hadn’t known existed.
“Oh fuck,” he swore and stepped back.“You can’t look hungry for it.Not yet.There’s too much I want to do to your hot little body first.”
He discarded his jeans and boxers with ease, then stepped toward me again.With a press to my bare shoulder, he pushed me back onto the mattress, then went down to his knees and untied my tennis shoes.He had them off me, along with my socks, in seconds before he moved to my jeans and began unfastening them.I lay there, unable to take my eyes off the sight of his perfect, sculpted, tattooed form hovering over me, undressing me.
My jeans were tossed aside, but I realized he still had the pink panties I’d been wearing.He held them up and ran a finger over the damp crotch, and then he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply.Holy shit.I started to press my thighs together again, needing some relief from what he was doing to me.But his hand darted out, and he jerked my right knee, opening me up to his sight.
“Oh, no,” he said.“I’ve never smelled a pussy like that.I need to taste it.”
I stilled.For the first time since he’d started the debauchery that I was reveling in, I felt uncertain.
What was wrong with it?What did he mean?Why did it smell different?
“You got tense on me, baby,” he said, lowering his head toward my open legs, which he was holding with both hands now, leaving me completely exposed.
“What …” I asked, hesitating.“What’s wrong with the way I, uh, smell?”There, I’d asked.
He paused, and his gaze darted from my vagina to my face.“Wrong?Nothing’s wrong.”
I swallowed and blurted out the rest.“You said you’d never smelled one like it before.”And I was more than positive he’d smelled a lot of them.
“Pussies either smell musky from arousal or perfumy, like the woman has put something down there to make it smell better.Yours is … it’s like tropical.I don’t know how to explain it, but I want to fucking bury my face in it.”
I blinked.The area that he was referring to was currently pulsing with its own need.He dropped his gaze back to it and slid a hand up the inside of my thigh until the tip of his middle finger ran along my slit.
“So pink and wet,” he murmured.“Needy little pussy.”
I was panting.The sound of my own breathing was loud in my ears.I might be a virgin but I’d done things with men, however one had never been so up close and spent so much time down there.The quick intakes of breaths stopped the second his tongue ran from where he had been touching me all the way to my clit.
“AH!”I cried out as my hips bucked, lifting from the bed.
He pressed his face further in, and his actions became a hungry lapping as he gripped my inner thighs, holding them back.Cries of pleasure came from me as I watched his head.I’d never had this.Guys had licked it a few times, then wanted a blow job, but none had treated it like a meal they were ravenous for.I was already close to a climax.Reaching down, I buried my fingers in his hair and held him to me, rocking my hips against his talented mouth.
“Oh God!Forge,” I moaned.
He became more frantic, as if he were the one receiving the pleasure and on the verge of an orgasm.A growl vibrated against my clit, and the world exploded into bliss.The pulsing delirium took over my body, and I pulled at his hair, shouting his name over and over.I’d been giving myself orgasms for years, but this was the first time someone else had given me one.Holy shit.They didn’t compare.
Trying to float back to earth, I tried to catch my breath, but Forge was still down there, and he wasn’t allowing it.Wide, muscular shoulders flexed as he moved in closer, licking up over my bare mound now.
His eyes shot up to meet mine.“Tart and sweet.Jesus, baby, that’s addictive,” he told me in a raspy voice.“Never tasted one like that.”
