I lick and nibble the edge of her pussy lips, getting a little taste of the salty sweetness of her, drawing closer by degrees to where we both want me to go.
Because she’s hot for this too, her breathing uneven and her body putty beneath my hands.
“Oh lapochka, I can’t wait to make you come all over my face,” I say and take a long, greedy lick, all the way up where she’s split open for me.
She bucks.
Her taste explodes in my mouth and oh god, she’s delicious. Salty and sweet and something that is just her and I’m feral for it. I purr with satisfaction. Pushing my tongue over her clit, I feast. She’s so soft and wet, and my fingertips dig into her thighs. Her body is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life, particularly her folds and that little nub that is so wonderfully responsive.
I pursue her, stroking the flat of my tongue around her clit in insistent circles. I suck her obscenely. The sounds we’re making are wet and animalistic, pants and growls and her little mews go right to my cock, which is pressing so hard into the ground I think it might dig a crater.
She writhes and I hold her down, forcing her to take more.
Feeling my way with my mouth, I drive her higher into pleasure, relishing every whimper and moan from her.
This is far better than anything I’ve done with any of my other captives. Frankly better than anything I’ve done with another person, full stop. My desire to make this good for her is unexpected and should be as disconcerting as the sunlight on the back of my neck as I eat out my perfect girl.
We’re in perfect harmony as I gorge myself on her, each twitch of pleasure of her pussy, every gasp and moan from her lips finding an answering movement from me. It’s a dance, as we figure each other out. I try a nibble, or a gentler pace, and hear her reaction, intensifying or easing off, as she prefers.
She chases me, showing me where she most needs me. Just on the underside of her clit, with firm laps of my tongue.
Tess.I’d say her name if my mouth weren’t very well occupied.Lapochka, come for me. I have to feel you come.
Despite the hard ground and the lack of comfort, there’s nowhere I’d like to be more than here, with this girl.
I smooth circles on her inner thigh, and she makes incoherent noises of pleading. She’s shaking with the intensity.
My name. I’d like my name on her lips.
She grasps around, her legs tensing as my jaw aches, but I keep going, licking her exactly the way she likes. Except I release her thigh to catch her hand in mine, and bring it to the back of my head in unspoken command.
Hold onto me. I’m here for you. I’ll be your shelter in this storm, as well as being the storm itself.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, then tentatively she brings the other to my nape, testing at holding me in place.
Releasing her hand, since I’m sure by the pin-pricks of pain at my scalp that she’ll hang onto me, I almost return to pushing her thigh wide open. But she’s doing that for me too, and another, exquisite thought occurs to me.
My fingers rub over my cheek as I touch her needy little hole, pressing my blunt forefinger to where she’s empty.
Her grip on my head intensifies.
“Oh god, oh god!” she cries out.
And that won’t do. I slide my finger deeper and push upwards from the inside, towards where I’m licking her.
“My name is Kirill.” I suck her clit ruthlessly. “Your god isn’t here. Scream my name, lapochka.”
She shrieks, and then gasps in air. Then she’s coming, clenching around my fingertip and quaking under my tongue as I continue caressing her through the surges of pleasure.
“Kirill. Please, oh!”
Andthatwas what I wanted.
It rolls through her and she holds me to her. I’m almost purring with satisfaction, despite my erection being trapped painfully between the ground and my belly.
“Kirill.” It’s a shocked statement.
I ease off slightly, until she suddenly tugs me aside, too sensitive for more. I press kisses to the edge of her pussy, her cream all over my cheeks and spread over her thighs too. We’re a mess.
