When he lowers my bra cups beneath my breasts, the girls stand up all perky and eager. The brush of velvety petals over my nipples causes them to pebble, and my head drops back when he closes his mouth over the first peak.
“God, Phoenix. That feels so good.”
His tongue swirls around and around as he continues to tease the other crest with the rose. Then he gives that one the same oral attention he did the other. An ache forms between my legs, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
Phoenix continues his path of seduction down my body, taking his time kissing my flat, firm stomach.
“Your abs are so fucking sexy,” he groans. “I want to smear almond buttercream frosting all over them and then lick it off.”
“Almond buttercream frosting?” I ask with a giggle, and he looks up at my amusement.
“That was oddly specific, wasn’t it?” he asks, looking chagrined. “I can’t explain it, but I fully stand by it.”
I want to tell him we can do some food play next time, but we both know there won’t be a next time. We’re not in a relationship, and this is a one-time thing.
When he reaches my panties, Phoenix draws the rose over the border where the lace meets my lower stomach. And then… lower. My breath hitches in my chest as the rose dips between my thighs, followed by his mouth. He covers my panty-covered sex and exhales a hot breath, and I let out a whimpering moan.
I need his mouth on me, and when he drops the flower and hooks his fingertips in the top of my panties, he glances up to my face for a reaction. I lift my hips in response.
His grin is formed of pure satisfaction.
A second later, my panties are on the floor, and Phoenix’s face is between my legs. Dear god, I needed this.
“Yes,” I groan as he licks a long stripe directly up my center.
“Fuck, baby. You even taste like a goddess.” He licks me again, and one of my hands goes to the back of his head. Wetness trickles out of me, and Phoenix laps it up like he would die if he missed a drop.
He lifts his head, and I want to slam his face right back where it belongs. Dammit, why did he stop? Licking his lips, he asks, “Are you a light switch or an ice cream cone, baby?”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. “I’m a goddess. Now get back to work,” I demand, and he fucking laughs before lowering his head again.
“Light switch,” he explains, flicking my clit up and down with his tongue like he’s turning a light switch on and off.
“Ohhh, yeah. That.” I press my head back into the mattress and smile at the ceiling as I enjoy the benefits of his very skilled tongue. “I’m definitely a light switch.”
“Or maybe you’re an ice cream cone,” he purrs. When he rolls his tongue in a long lap around my center as if cleaning up a dripping cone, my hips buck off the bed, and I bury both hands in his dark-brown hair.
“Fuck yes. I’m an ice cream cone,” I cry out. “I’m a fucking ice cream cone with a cherry on top.”
I hear him chuckle at my virginity joke as he does it again and again, first clockwise and then counterclockwise to ensure he doesn’t miss a drop. I’ve enjoyed oral sex before but not like this. Never like this. It usually takes me a while to get there, but I’m already teetering on the knife’s edge of something huge. I can feel it deep in my bones.
Phoenix gives me one quick light switch flick before he resumes turning me into his own personal dessert. He brushes over my clit with every circle, but his skillful tongue doesn’t miss a spot on my sex. I can feel my little nub pulsing as he adds a suck to his pussy-eating routine, and my back arches.
“Phoenix,” I cry out. “I-I’m almost there.”
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent. Instead, he grips my inner thighs with his big hands and spreads me wider. It’s lewd and possessive, and Ifucking love the way he presses his face deeper into me, emitting grunts of his own pleasure as he eats me. I think that’s what finally pushes me over the edge… the fact that he’s so obviously enjoying this.
My throat is dry as my hoarse voice rises up with a long, “Ohhhhh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”
I’m bucking against him, my hips grinding onto his mouth, my body no longer under my control. His hair is thick and soft between my fingers, and I’m probably hurting him with all the twisting and tugging, but I don’t give a shit because I’m currently experiencing euphoria like I’ve never known.
Starbursts flash in my peripheral vision and then slowly converge until all I see is light. And all I feel is that perfect moment when your orgasm hits its crest. After what seems like one blissful eternity, my vision slowly comes back to me, and I find Phoenix still between my legs. He’s treating my overly sensitive clit gently now, peppering soft kisses all over my pussy.
And his blue eyes are locked on my face.
That look almost throws me into a second spontaneous orgasm. It’s carnal and on the verge of feral as he watches me. When he lifts his head, his smile tells me he’s awfully proud of himself. Hell, I’m proud of him. I feel like I should applaud that outstanding performance.
“That was so good,” I tell him.
