“Oh, babe, maybe we need to let you get more practice with bras,” she teases.
“You’re not funny,” I mutter. I nip at her nipples, and she arches her back, pushing them further into my mouth.
“We,” she exhales, “both know that’s a lie.” Eachword is a bit breathier, barely louder than a whisper.
I finally get frustrated and try to rip the bustier, which works. The ripping is a startling sound in the silence of the room. “This was one of my favourites,” she groans as it sloughs onto our laps. It’s pushed to the side when I pick her up and twist so that I can crawl on top of her on the bed. Her pout is adorable.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I say, taking her in.
She’s toned and beautiful and everything I now realize I wanted in a partner. There’s no comparison. No one can hold a candle to her beauty.
She’s still wearing her thong, but I pull that off easily, and she’s bare for me.
Freckles coat her body, trailing down her arms, across her chest and onto her ribs. There are beauty marks that form trios of stars on her hip and then the odd one on her thighs. I don’t know how I didn’t notice before. Her brown eyes, instead of hazel, are warm and sultry, a chestnut that I’m always a few seconds away from losing myself in. Her shoulders are broad, her breasts small enough to be handfuls but perfect enough to enjoy. The golden undertone of her skin makes her glow against the white sheets, her nipples a burnt sienna brown and puckered into points.
Her pussy is drenched, the thatch of dark brown curls has the odd silver hair flecked through it, her clit hard and desperate for attention. I drag my hands down her body, letting them follow every curve and dip of her body. She gasps as they trail, feather light, to her pussy. “Holy shit,” I whisper, watching her arch off the bed. “El,you’re beautiful.”
I run a finger through the soaked curls, listening to her whimpers as I play with her clit for a minute, rubbing it gently in circles.
“Babe, please,” she cries out, “What do you want to do?”
“Eat you out, finger you, make you squirt all over my face,” I say.
Her hips follow my finger, grinding against it. I let it follow the flow of her body, circling her opening and watching it get swallowed by the flushed entrance. She groans. “I need more.”
“Now who’s greedy–?” I tease, calling back from earlier this evening.
She curses as I slip two fingers into her velvet heat. The walls are undulating and pulling my fingers further in. I let them sit there, enjoying the tight squeeze. “If you don’t start fucking me, I’m going to make you regret it,” she pushes out, widening her legs for me to settle more comfortably. I lean down, inhaling and tentatively licking her clit, savouring the salty sweet flavour that is so uniquely hers I’ll never be able to forget it. Eloise’s hips jolt at the touch and with a shuddering breath, I delve further into her, licking and sucking slowly at first before becoming more comfortable and eating her with a fervour.
I can’t get enough.
Every lick brings out a new whimper, and I keep unlocking more that spurns me on. I continue eatingher out, playing with her pretty pussy as my fingers start to push inside her more comfortably. I twist and rub, bending my fingers in an attempt to find the G-spot. It takes a minute, but I get her jumping off the bed in pleasure when I do find it, and suddenly it’s a relentless attack against her. I’m so sensitive and soaked that a cool breeze could get me off.
“Fuck yes, right there, Taylor, please,” she whines. “I’m so close, and then I’m going to fuck your brains out. You beautiful, beautiful woman.”
I smile into her pussy, blowing a breath onto her clit that makes her cry out. “Don’t stop, please, suck me and finger me until I come.”
I nod, humming in agreement as I do exactly as she asks. I twirl my tongue round her clit before sucking eagerly, my hand staying at the same tempo and her hips are hitching, her breath catching before suddenly her muscles convulse and she’s gasping for breath. Her pussy gushes, which I eagerly lap up before she can push me off.
“Oh, yes, I’m going to come again, babe, please,” her voice sounds wet, and when I look up through my lashes she’s staring down at me just for a moment before I lick a long strip from opening to clit and she’s throwing her head back, her thigh wrapping around my back and tightening, pulling me closer to her, mashing my face into her pussy. I can barely breathe, and I think that this is maybe the best thing I’ve ever done. I’d die happily like this.
She comes again silently, gasping for breath as she bucks into my mouth.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, unwrapping her leg from me. “Taylor, don’t ever let me tell you that we need to take more time ever again.”
I snort, licking my lips, her juices all over my lower chin. “I’ll make sure to tell you that every chance I get.”
“Get up here and kiss me before I eat you out to show you what a good girl you are.”
My mouth suddenly goes dry at the thought, and when I kiss her, our bodies align, matching every dip and curl. My legs are over her hips, and I’m crouching over top of her, enjoying the way she’s hungrily tasting herself in my mouth before flipping us over.
My back hits the bed with an oof as she makes her way down, kissing and licking her way from my neck to my tits. She’s giving attention to one until they’re hard points, and then she makes her way to the other.
I’m gasping already. Something we learned early on was how sensitive my nipples were. I squirm beneath her, widening my legs. I just need one touch and I’m gone; that’s how close I am.
I love this.
I love her.
