I finally allowed myself to reach for her panties, tugging them off to expose her pussy.
Perfection.
There was no other word to describe the sight before me. Her pussy glistened, showing me how aroused she was, and my cock pulsed, needing to be inside of her. I’d barely touched her, and already she was soaking. But there was no way I would let a second more go by without tasting her. I dipped my head, pressing my mouth against her and letting my tongue swipe from her fluttering entrance to the tight bundle of over-stimulated nerves.
“Oh, my God. Please. Please. Don’t stop.”
Her entire body shivered, and she let out a strangled cry, making me groan against her. The taste was something I couldn’t describe—mild and sweet with something that was uniquely her. Normally, this act was a means to an end. Something I could take or leave before moving on to the main course but not with Summer. Something about her called to me, and I wanted nothing more than to explore and draw out that feeling.
“Your mouth. Love your mouth,” she whined, as I continued my ministrations, humming with her words of encouragement.
I could spend days with my face buried in her pussy, tracing my tongue through her folds and fluttering it against her clit. She rocked against me, her hips moving in time with my tongue, and I used one hand to open her lips for me, and the other to grab her hip, steadying myself with her body. I worked her over like I was playing the finest symphony. And perhaps I was as she ground against my tongue, which went from dipping inside her entrance to nudging her clit.
Her gasps changed to broken cries and begging pleas as her hips pushed into my face, telling me that her orgasm was within reach. I felt it building inside of her. It was in the way her thighs quivered and her back arched, and how her movements went from steady thrusts to a barely controlled, frantic rhythm.
I tightened my grip on her hips, holding her so I could wrap my mouth around her clit and suck. After three pulls of my mouth, she screamed, and her entire body froze, locking her in place as she rode the waves of her climax. The whimpers that spilled from her lips almost undid me as I held her through it, never ceasing with the rhythm of my tongue against her clit.
When her breaths steadied and her shaking ceased, I moved quickly beside her, lying flat and digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. Barely allowing her to recover, I moved hercloser toward me. I had not even begun to debauch this woman the way I needed to.
“Come here,” I said with a strangled voice I barely recognized. “I want another. And this time, you’re going to sit on my face.”
“I—” She shuddered, her body still trembling. “I don’t think I can do that again. You wrecked me,” she whimpered, throwing a hand over her face and resting her head on my shoulder.
I tried not to think about how good she felt snuggled into my side, but it couldn’t keep me from wrapping my arm around her and pulling her tighter against me.
I chuckled, shaking my head before leaning closer and pressing a kiss to her temple. “I have not even begun to wreck you, woman. Now, get up here.”
She cracked an eye open, and I took a moment to gaze at her flushed cheeks before glancing down toward her pussy, then back up toward the headboard, making my intentions clear. “Don’t make me ask again.”
She straddled my hips as I lifted my arms, caressing her back and flicking open her bra so her tits spilled out. I palmed them both, feeling the weight in my hands and kneading the soft flesh.
“Let me taste you until you come on my face. I don’t want to stop until your knees quake.”
She drew her lip between her teeth and nodded, making me smile so wide my jaw ached. Slowly, she slid her body up mine until her thighs framed my head and she gripped her headboard as if it was the only thing tethering her to Earth.
I didn’t give her the chance to set the pace as I dragged her hips down and plunged my tongue as deep into her as I could, because I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted to drown in her, so I wrapped my arms around her waist, giving her no choice but to take every deliberate swipe of my tongue.
“This mouth. So good.” Her words were sharp and punctuated, like she couldn’t catch her breath, and I grinned, loving that I could give this to her.
Her head tilted back while her hands moved to her tits, and her lips parted as she surrendered to my mouth. She rolled her hips, grinding her pussy down onto me, and holy shit if that wasn’t my favorite part of the day.
The way she unraveled, giving herself over to pleasure.
When her hands clutched my hair, I knew she was close, and when her thighs did their best to suffocate me, I moaned, thrusting my hips into nothing.
“Please. Please. Please,” she repeated until that single word turned into one long moan and her thighs trembled. When she fell forward, keeping one hand threaded in my hair and the other on the headboard, I knew she had come undone again. She rocked into me as she finished, and I smirked, keeping a firm grip on her hips so she couldn’t get away from the overwhelming sensations of her orgasm.
I kept hold of her until I felt her breath puff against my head and her thighs relax. Only then did I release my hold and pull my mouth away from her clit, but I couldn’t help nipping her inner thigh and rubbing my stubble against the sensitive skin. It pinked under my touch, and I smirked, loving that I’d put my mark on her. Even though I knew the color would fade within moments, seeing that patch of raised skin on her thigh had me leaning forward again to taste the warmed flesh with my tongue.
My hands crept up her back, helping her wiggle her way down my body until our hips aligned and I felt the wet slickness of her pussy against my throbbing cock. My instinct was to thrust. To move. To claim. But I forced myself to remain completely still, not even breathing as Summer’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of the same color I’d decorated her thighs with. She slid down a little further before planting a hand oneither side of my head and barreling toward me until her lips slammed into mine.
This kiss was feral—from the way her tongue darted out to lick my lips, to the way her hands crept into my hair and her nails scraped against my scalp. And I was fucking here for it.
I’d rubbed my mouth against her pussy as she came and hadn’t bothered to wipe it off, and she whimpered into my mouth like she loved her taste as much as I did, making me groan. I dug my fingertips into her hips as my head rose from the pillow, not wanting to break contact yet.
When our tongues slowed from the incessant teasing, I lifted her from my lap with ease and pulled her back beside me before crawling between her spread legs and taking off my briefs. My cock pulsed, and I fisted the shaft, running my hand along the underside and then over the tip.
