My little bird is a wild animal.Nothing tentative about her.No brakes.Just need answering need.
My mouth leaves hers to chart a path lower, skimming skin and mapping her hourglass shape.My fingers follow, tracing curves and dips and pulling sounds from her that test the limits of my restraint.
I take my time sucking her pierced tits, then lower, lower, until my lips settle at the waistband of her shorts, thumbs hooked in the fabric.
“Just need a taste.Then we’ll resume our conversation.”
“Yes.Please, Jag.”She writhes beneath my hungry smile.
With a flick of a finger, I release the button and strip off her shorts and underwear in one motion.
Her hand falls between her legs, her eyes wide and searching as she watches me down the length of her flawlessly nude body.
“Show me your pussy, Dove.”
“Oh, God.”She moans.“Words I never thought I’d hear you say.”
“Let me see the cunt I’m dying to devour.”
“Fuck, Jag.”She removes her hand and covers her face.
“Watch.”I slap her clit, making her yelp.“Eyes on me.”
She lowers her arms to the mattress, fingers curling into the quilt.
“I’m going to make you very, very wet.”I drag my nose along the blond strip of hair on her mound, inhaling deeply.“You’ll be so messy when I’m done, you’ll ruin this expensive bedding.”
“Don’t care.”She grinds her hips in the air, seeking my mouth.
I give it to her.Lips, tongue, and hands… I give it all to her, burying my face and sinking my fingers into her tight, wet sheath.
Holy fuck, I’m eating Dove’s pussy.
I’ve seen her naked.I’ve watched her have sex through my cameras, calling it vigilance when it was actually punishment.
Year after year, I followed her from one lover to the next, punishing myself, forcing myself to remember my place.Guardian, protector, oath keeper.Never a participant.Not even a taste.
I told myself it was necessary, that it was discipline, and wanting her was a failure I could manage if I bled quietly.And I bled with every man she took to her bed, dying a slow death, over and over and over.
That ends now.She’s with me the way I dreamed, and I finally,finally, know her taste.
Rich, honeyed sweetness spills out of her, washing over my tongue and shaking the foundation of my world.
This is real.It’s fucking happening.I’m tongue-deep inside my little bird, lapping up her arousal, sucking on her clit, and edging her toward release.
She grabs my hair and fucks my mouth, chasing that hot, shimmering pleasure.No more prolonging.We’ve both waited long enough.
I shove a finger inside her, curling it just right, and stroke the spot that sends her tumbling.
The sounds of her growling, groaning, screaming pleasure make me harder than I’ve ever been.As her inner muscles spasm around my finger, I grind my aching dick into the mattress, seeking relief and finding none.
Christ, I need to fuck her.But I can’t until I’ve revealed every truth I’ve kept from her.
As she catches her breath, I slowly crawl up her trembling body.My hands follow the sinuous curves of her sides, outlining her hips and cradling her ribs.My fingers slot into the grooves between bones as if her rib cage was made for my grip.
I hold her close as my lips reunite with her love-bitten beauty mark.Then I fall into the lush heat of her mouth, deep and consuming, letting the kiss claim me as fully as I claim her.
There’s no end to this obsession.I love her madly, shamelessly, and could spend the remainder of my life with her mouth against mine, floating and buzzing in this blissful fantasy.
