“You just lie back like this,” I coached, scooting down until I could lower her panties and pants.
She startled, sitting up more, following me.
“But I don’t know?—”
I knelt on the floor as she sat up. “You sit back and let me show you,” I explained.
Once I dragged her panties and pants off, I smiled at the gorgeous sight of her pussy. Pink and glistening with her juices. Ripe for me to feast on. All for me.
For now.
I had to be careful. This was forher. Not me. But there was no chance that I wouldn’t enjoy every fucking second of this. Of this present I hadn’t counted on.
“How do I…” She frowned, watching me as I urged her to sit back.
“You relax,” I said. Wedging my shoulders beneath her thighs, I opened her wide. Before she could ask again what she needed to do, I let my actions guide her.
I lowered my mouth to her pussy. Maintaining eye contact, just to make sure she was with me, that she could see how I was asking for her permission, I licked a long swipe of my tongue. All the way along her slit.
She gasped, her mouth falling open.
Fuck, you’re gorgeous. You’re so fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.
And she tasted even better. Over and over, I dragged my tongue over her body, gathering the tart juices she gave me so easily.
Watching her closely as I held her legs open, I waited for her to give me a cue. To keep going. To stop.
“You want to be a good girl and let me taste you some more?” I asked.
She nodded, breathing faster and faster.
I did. I licked and slurped at her pussy like it was my last meal on earth.
When she started to hump up against my face, I pushed my finger into her tight entrance so I could suck on her clit.
It was a shame she didn’t last for long. Not even a minute later, she was coming. Tensing and quivering in her thighs. Crying out with an open face of euphoria.
In case she could wake Misha, I took my mouth from her and shushed her all while pistoning my finger in and out of her to make her come for longer.
“I…” She sucked in another breath, curling forward toward me as she tried to manage what was likely her first orgasm ever.
I caught her. With my finger still deep inside her, I let her crash against me. And before I could risk her waking my son, I closed my mouth over hers to silence her.
A muted muffle of surprise reached me, but she didn’t back up. Not as she tasted herself on my tongue, which she dueled with and sucked into her mouth. Not as she clung to me and kissed me more, as if she needed all she could wring out of this moment.
While I continued to finger her, then added my thumb against her clit, I coaxed another orgasm from her. Slick cum coated my palm. She’d squirted, so wet and warm on my skin, and still, she couldn’t manage to rip her mouth from mine.
Only once she’d caught her breath under more tender kisses did I withdraw my hand.
Only once she was sluggish and lax against me did I smile at her and kiss her cheek.
“Good girl,” I praised. “You are such a good girl for me.”
As I pressed a kiss to her temple, I caught the slight and rare form of a smile on her lips.
I stood, holding her in my arms, and brought her to her bed.
But once I backed up and bade her a soft good night, then closed her door to the way she preferred it, I retreated to my room to chase away the stinging need to come from how good she’d mademefeel with the reward and privilege of pleasuring her.
