Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tries to bring me where she needs me. But I resist, asking instead, “What were you dreaming about, Andrea?”
“Nothing.”
“It must have been one hell of a nothing because you were moaning and calling out my name.”
She tries to shove her needy cunt in my face, but again, I don’t allow it. She gives up with a groan and says, “I was dreaming of you.”
To reward her, I lick up the right side of her drenched slit, purposefully missing her swollen clit. A satisfied grunt rolls in my throat as her taste spreads on my tongue. “What were we doing?” I insist.
“We were floating in space, about to have sex in zero gravity.”
Another lick on the other side. “Sounds like fun. Anything else?”
“Lex, please! I need—”
“Tell me about your dream, and I’ll give it to you. Why did you mention a cape?”
“We were… We weren’t exactly ourselves. I was Wonder Woman, and you were… Superman.”
“Mmh… I see someone has been reading New 52 comics.”
“Yes. Please baby,” she begs again. Determined to get what she wants, she arches and shoves her pussy onto my mouth.
“You’re such a fucking dork,” I mutter right before I give her what she so desperately needs.
She cries out when I lock in on her clit, gently sucking on it and flicking my tongue at an intense pace. When I look up, she’s got a hand on the headboard, pushing herself further onto my mouth.My greedy little…I rhythmically run my tongue over the little bud between my lips, knowing precisely what she needs to come. I’ve learned so much about her that I could probably set a timer, any length, and manage to make her come on the dot.
High on her scent and taste, I let myself be absorbed by her pleasure, rubbing my aching cock into the mattress as I rip moans and cries out of her. She grinds against me, shamelessly taking what she needs, and it drives me insane. It doesn’t matter how many times I make her come in a day, she always craves more. Such an eager and desperate woman…
When she comes apart, I feel the pulsing of her walls against my tongue. Precum leaks out of my tip and dribbles down my cock at the thought of being crammed in there, getting strangled by her wet pussy as she moans my name like I’m her god. I definitely feel like a deity withthe way she grinds against me, her body jolting with pleasure. This will never get old.
Just like I did on my way down, I kiss her soft skin as I climb back up, enjoying its slight saltiness. I take my time, and by the time I’m up to her pretty face, her breathing has returned to normal, and she isn’t too flushed.
“Why does it feel like it’s my birthday instead of yours?” she breathes out, grazing the side of my face with a loving gaze.
“This is exactly how I wanted to start the day.” I kiss her so we can share her addictive taste for a second and then pull away. “Actually, there’s something I’ve wanted to try.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Will you let me try, Andrea?”
Even though she has no idea what it is, she immediately nods. Her blind trust in me is one of the most gratifying things I have ever experienced. As I kneel by her side, I promise to myself that I’ll never give her a reason not to trust me. Not ever again.
Her lashes flutter as I bring my hand between her legs and slip two fingers inside her. Fuck, she’s so warm, soaked, and tight that my cock twitches. I give her a few tentative thrusts, letting her adapt to the girth, but the pace quickly hastens. Her slim hands clutch the sheets as I fuck her with energy, my fingers curled to hit that sweet spot within her.
I’ve just found my rhythm when she instinctively clenches her legs together with a strangled moan. My arm is trapped, so I can’t keep going. “Spread your legs, Andrea,” I demand.
She shakes her head, worried the pleasure will be too much to take. I kiss her knee and say, softly this time, “Trust me, you can take this, freckles.”
Pearly white teeth sink into her plump bottom lip as she considers it. “Come on, Andrea. Do it for my birthday.”
After a deep breath to gather her courage, she slowly releases myarm, spreading her knees wide. “That’s it, my love,” I approve, bending over to kiss her.
Our tongues are still tangled together when I resume the torturous pumping of my fingers. Her moans come in the way of our kiss, so I stay right there, inches from her face as she takes it like a good girl. The moment is intense, harsh, and raw, and I revel in the way she cries out my name like she doesn’t know if she wants more or less. I can feel how hard it is for her to keep her legs open like this, but she fights the urge and stays spread like I want her.
Between the position of my arm and the fast pace of the repetitive motion, I feel a cramp settle in my hand. But if she can lie there with tears of pleasure streaming down her temples and helpless hiccups as she struggles to catch her breath between moans and cries, I can certainly endure a little pain for her. It’s clear it isn’t for long anyway, as I feel the first spasms of her pending orgasm already clamping around my fingers.
The second it happens, she lets out a helpless cry as her hips lift. I rip my eyes from her flushed face and look down at my hand drilling her slit. The pride that floods me at the first splash that hits my palm is uncanny. Fuck yes, I knew it. My messy girl had the potential to squirt all along. She just needed a little help.
