I can't wait a single second longer. Ineedto taste her. To taste all the sweetness gathering between her thighs. All the evidence of how fucking badly she wants this, even if she can’t admit it to herself.
With one hand holding her in place with a gentle grip around her throat, my other fists the bottom of her skirt, shoving it all the way up to her waist, leaving only her tights and little thong between us.
Gripping the butter-soft nylons, I tear them apart, ripping them in half, baring her drenched panties as she cries out, her legs reflexively trying to close around my hips.
Brigit is a fucking vision like this, a dark wet spot calling my name between her thighs, destroyed tights hanging by less than a thread,the ruined edges rolling on themselves to stay out of my fucking way, disheveled skirt and sweater, face flush with heat.
"You're so beautiful, baby," I mumble, spreading her legs wider with a rough grip, reveling in the way my fingers dig into her flesh. "Fuck, I bet you're pretty all over, huh?"
She whines, wriggling her hips, dangling off the edge of the fucking table, trying to gain purchase.
Releasing her neck, I drag a chair from beside me, pulling it between her legs and sinking into it, bringing me right where I want to be, eye level with Brigit's soaking wet panties.
I place both of her lush, thick thighs over my shoulders, settling between them to fucking feast.
Leaning in, I can feel Brigit hold her breath, anticipation flooding both of our systems.
At the first drag of my tongue against her covered slit, she gasps. At the second, she moans, the sound both full of pleasure and frustration.
Oh, my god,I can't fucking believe I'm about to see all of her. I've felt this pussy coming on my fingers,tastedher orgasm from them, but the reality of having it right here and getting to bury my face in it might be too much for my mind to handle.
I have to stop my fucking fingers from shaking as they ease the little blue strip of fabric to the side.
An utterly depraved groan rumbles out of my chest when she's bared to me. Every fucking inch looks delicious, the dark pink folds all shiny with slick, her sweet, swollen clit full of blood, andfucking hell. I spread her open with two fingers, baring her dripping, achingly tempting opening.
"So. Fucking. Pretty." I confirm what I already knew would be true. She's beautiful.
And fuckingfinally,I bury my face into her, licking opening to clit between my fingers, flattening my tongue against her to take in every fucking inch.
Her desperate cry of my name pushes me further into her. Withthe same slow, sordid precision I used on her mouth, I lick every inch of her I can reach. Groaning into her hot flesh, I scoot the chair and myself closer until the only thing around me is Brigit. Her cunt against my mouth, her swollen clit brushing my nose, her thighs wrapped snug around my head. My fingers wrap around her legs, digging into the flesh at her thighs to lock her against me.
Again and again, I drag my tongue through her wet center, pressing against her clit with hungry moans, burying it inside her and making her cry out my name.
Jesus Christ.
"Tastes sogood, Bunny," I mumble before languidly diving back in, happy to indulge in her slowly all fucking afternoon if she'll let me.
Her wild, desperate moans urge me on as she tries to fuck my face, rubbing wantonly against my mouth.
With an almost too rough grip, I hold her in place, moving slower, licking, sucking, fucking burrowing my face into her cunt until she's on the verge of pleading for release.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I pull a wild, frantic squeal from Brigit, and that sound alone almost makes me cum in my fucking pants. The more I lick up, the more her pretty pussy gives me, drowning me in her, soaking my lips and tongue.
Her shaking legs and breathy, desperate noises have me doubling my efforts, keeping my mouth slow and sloppy, but focusing all my attention on her clit, dragging it in circles with my tongue.
Fucking hell, I wish I had two mouths.
One to keep feasting on her, and the other to tell her everything I'm thinking. How good she tastes, how badly I want to feel her coming on my tongue, how fucking filthy with cum I want her. But all I can do isshowher with my mouth just how much I love her cries of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," she whimpers. "Oh, Cormac. I'm— oh, mygod. Oh, don't stop. It's so good. Your mouth feels so good, I can't—" her frantic moans turn unintelligible, deliriously lost, barreling towards orgasm.
She's so fucking close. Jesus Christ, I need her to come.
I moan loudly into her cunt, and the sensation sends her screaming over the edge, every muscle between her legs rhythmically flexing, her hot channel squeezing around nothing before relaxing over and over again. Her clit fucking pulses against my tongue, full of blood as orgasm washes over her.
Those strong legs try to close around my head, and I force them open, drinking down the hot liquid pouring from her body with every drugging flex of her pussy.
Her screams turn slowly into sated little sighs of my name as her body relaxes, the waves of release easing.
