She calls out again and again, more noises than words, and I follow the rhythm of her body, the way she leads me through touch alone, and I give her what she needs, relishing in the ripples, the aftershocks of pleasure I can sense rolling through her body right now, from her entire midsection, deep in her pussy, all the way down to her toes against my back.
It’s addicting.
It’s nowhere near enough.
Forcing myself to pull back, I slowly lower the pressure I’m using until the suction is entirely gone, and it’s just my tongue caressing her softly, lapping at her bud as the occasional twitch makes her hips jerk against me, while she murmurs incoherently somewhere from the mattress above me.
Slowly, I move my head to the side, trailing kisses across her soft pussy and over to her thigh, continuing to taste her while she comes down, groaning in a puddle that used to be Amelia on the bed.
I don’t give her that long to recover though. I can’t.
Time is what we don’t have enough of tonight.
My lips keep moving, roving, until they’ve found their way to her center and I can taste what I earned. Tongue lapping, I hold back a groan at the concentrated taste of her. Mostly I keep the noise in just so I don’t miss any of the soundsshe’smaking.
I watch as her head flops from side to side, still overwhelmed by her release, and now the feel of me soaking every drop of it up.
“Fuck, Weston. You’re killing me. I thought you were gonna suck my soul out for a minute there.”
A dark chuckle, so unlike my usual, spills out from between her legs. “There’s still time,” I tell her.
My tongue plunges in deep, finding new ways to taste her, feel her, and this time I can’t hold the groan in. She’s so small, so tight, so fucking hot, the width of my tongue can barely probe her. My cock doesn’t stand a chance, but this is something I’m not going to quit on. We’ll find a way to make it work.
Amelia moans, noises of complaint, a grumble about it beingher turn, but I’m nowhere near done with my turn yet. As I eat out her core, ignoring her protests, one of my hands slides out from under her leg and I use the thumb to start teasing her clit by pressing on it through one side of her pussy. Not direct contact, but enough pressure to stimulate it just the same.
She jolts, whimpering my name, but my finger keeps working her clit, while my tongue fucks her the way I can’t wait to shortly. Well, maybelateris a safer word. I’m not in any fucking rush right where I’m at.
As patient as I’m capable of being, I give her a couple minutes to finish winding down from the last orgasm before my tongue slides up from her opening and finds her clit again. Her entire body shivers, but I’m delicate enough this time that she doesn’t pull back or try to get away.
This time it’s slow, savoring the feel of her soft skin beneath my mouth. Her taste that invades my entire being. That musky,feminine flavor—only enhanced by her scent overpowering me, something fruity, like coconut, something spicy—might never leave my memory.
I drag this one out, being slow and deliberate with every swipe, every stroke of my tongue as I find what else she likes.
When one spot in particular seems to drive her crazy, I play with it. Lick it, nibble at it, pull back just enough that she soaks my mouth in her need for more.
Amelia leans over, propping herself up on an elbow to watch closer as I make a hobby out of having my cake and eating it too.
Pulling my mouth back, I unwrap my other hand from her body and bring my fingers to her entrance, both of us watching intently.
Amelia curses breathily as I put just the tip of one finger in her pussy, feeling it grip me instantly.
“Jesus,” she gasps.
“I’m the one fucking you, first with my tongue, now my fingers, and next, my cock. Mine is the only name you should be thanking tonight.”
Her eyes heat, flaming with a raw kind of desire that lights my insides up.
I push that finger in just a bit further, up to the first knuckle, not even an inch in. She lets out a little moan at the tease, and her warm heat is so inviting, I push in farther, unable to stop myself from finding out what she feels like.
She leans forward, watching almost as closely as I am as my finger pushes all the way into her. The noise it makes is obscene. Filthy. Delicious.
And this time, it’smyname she calls out, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of me inside of her.
When I pull back out of her, I add another finger in and plunge back into her, painfully slow. I feel her inner walls clamp down on me as I do, so tight they only just let me in.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I tell her. “You can barely take my fingers. Gonna take some work to get you ready for me.”
Amelia drops her upper body back onto the bed with a huff of impatience, hands in her short hair as she lets out a noise of frustration.
